OPTIMISTIC ABOUT THE PAST

There's something out of sync with that statement. One of our Sunday School class members (or Adult Bible Fellowship as some like to call it) made that statement to one of our teachers awhile back. On occasion I hear that remark from my wife when I yearn for the days of old.

And as much as I rave about the tomatoes we used to grow in our little garden, they can't compare to today's heirloom tomatoes. Now when and where they originated, I don't know. Maybe five years ago we discovered them out West. They're pricey, but worth every cent to a connoisseur of the luscious fruit. I know they're not vegetables, but I don't know why.

So when I get nostalgic, when I embrace the safety of the past, even when I recall with salivated mouth the beefsteaks we grew, always ready on July 22, I must remember how optimistic I am about the present and future. Plus, I don't even have to wait till July to get them. The little ones are available practically all year round.

If you haven't tried them, you must. Don't be fooled by their appearance. You won't be disappointed. Just remember to take your charge card.