The Secret Under the Grass
July 25, 2015
One of my most puzzling memories as a child was that of an occasional Baltimore A-rabber going through the streets hawking not fruit, but Tooop-Sooooill! Why in heaven’s name would anyone need topsoil, I wondered, looking at the manicured lawns on our street. The grass was growing in dirt, it seemed very happy (most of the … More The Secret Under the Grass