Imagine the *shock* of opening up a watermelon and seeing *this*!

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7. Hah, "moderation"! not in my psyche! - and I-am-not-worthy of your down home know-how. My parents

were a mixed marriage - his side total country/farm/ranch, hers City. When my country cousins visited they brought a watermelon. So I grew up totally confused, not this or that, like a fish out of water with the country cousins and the City cousins. Compounded by being a Pisces, which has *confusion* as a marker. Visiting a country uncle who feasted us deer, I politely demurred and he would take it as a put-down, saying, "Oh, won't eat home food but at a restaurant without knowing who cooked." (We never ate at restaurants, like twice or thrice in my memory.)

The country side thought we were snobs, the City side thought we were "rustic" not in a good way.

*** ON EDIT: I'm a mess. Wear boots and Stetson (Open Road, LBJ) with office (short sleeve shirt, not "Western" ) clothes.