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amongst the azaleas, in the middle of the iris bed. in a corner of the vegetable garden. stuck in the middle of a patch of weeds.

Next time he was in Washington on banking business, he slipped the pineapple photos to the teller underneath the deposit slip. Halfway through the “Oh. is this your place." she stopped and announced "That's a pineapple!”

Again the bank staff was at the ready and converged on the window to see the photographs themselves. Although one employee interjected that he thought pineapples grew on trees, the rest appeared to be convinced until a customer announced that she had seen pineapples growing and they grew on bushes.

“I guess I’m just going to have to get them a picture of a pineapple field,” Pond chuckled.

(And Pineapple Ridge gets its pine from pine tree and its apple from Red Delicious. )

In the “just-when-youthought-you-eould-relax”

category: Curtis Nichols is home in Flint Hill visiting his parents, Paul and Charlottee Nichols, after a stint in the Navy’s Nuclear Propulsion School. His first night back on the short vacation before assignment to a nuclear submarine, he’d just fallen asleep when the screech of a fire alarm sent him leaping from bed. He hit the floor shouting orders to his parents and siblings to “close the loop” and “secure the area.” The fire siren’s tone is identical to the tone used to signal a nuclear meltdown, a sheepish but relieved Nichols explained, when he realized his was a false alarm.

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