February 3, 2015
It's a tradition that we stop and get mozzarella cheese at a water buffalo dairy on the way to zone conferences in Taranto and Bari. It's an odd little tradition, but the Assistants love it. We always take Ritz crackers, a plastic knife, a paper plate, and a roll of paper towels on the trip with us. There is no place close by to eat the cheese so we have found an overpass a short distance away that provides us with an inconvenient place to eat. In the summer it shields us from the heat and sometimes provides shelter from inclement weather. This time it was raining. We use the hood of the car for a table and huddle around the car to eat. This is the sort of thing that memories are made of.