> "What do I know of man's destiny? I could
> tell you more about radishes."
> --Samuel Beckett
Samuel Beckett knew and was especially fond of the Black Radish.
In California the Black Radish will grow as large as a large man's fist.
A sliced Black Radish - white and well, sweet inside - is a local relish.
In fact, it is possible to go into some California Churches
to find an altar to Jesus surrounded by a megalith made of Black Radishes.
Put your nose up close to the Black Radish, singular or in a bunch and,
some will assuredly tell you, it's the smell of Destiny.
God bless Samuel Beckett for that once nice visit (1959) to certain
not so well known, California Churches.
We missed him then, we miss him now.
Stephen Vincent
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
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