{"id":3324,"date":"2017-11-26T22:50:12","date_gmt":"2017-11-27T06:50:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/?p=3324"},"modified":"2017-11-26T22:50:12","modified_gmt":"2017-11-27T06:50:12","slug":"the-neighborhood-fruit-stand","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/the-neighborhood-fruit-stand\/","title":{"rendered":"the neighborhood fruit stand"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was on my way to Colleen&#8217;s and speaking with my brother on the phone\u00a0when I passed by Liliane&#8217;s fruit stand. She was selling fruit from her family garden outside the garage. &#8220;We&#8217;ve got a sweet deal &#8212; six pieces of fruit for one dollar!&#8221; How could I say no to her big toothy grin? I told her I&#8217;d be back after my phone call, but she still followed me on her scooter for several hundred feet.<\/p>\n<p>I kept my word and bought two persimmons, three tangerines, and one lemon. That included Thomas the Tangerine, and Tommy the Lemon. (&#8220;Sorry they&#8217;re kinda green, my brother colored them&#8221;)<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_3330\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3330\" style=\"width: 768px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/img_6261.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-3330 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/img_6261.jpg?resize=768%2C1024\" alt=\"\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/img_6261.jpg?resize=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/img_6261.jpg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/img_6261.jpg?resize=1200%2C1600&amp;ssl=1 1200w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/img_6261.jpg?w=1680 1680w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 984px) 61vw, (max-width: 1362px) 45vw, 600px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-3330\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Tommy the Lemon. Thomas The tangerine has a similar expression.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>~<\/p>\n<p>Just before Thanksgiving some other kids opened a snow cone stand, even though winter is approaching. Colleen and I went in anyway.<\/p>\n<p>She says she tries to stop by these kinds of makeshift stands whenever she can. Lemonade, fruit, snow cones, anything. It&#8217;s a fun way to support the neighborhood children, and they&#8217;re generally excited to have any patron.<\/p>\n<p>I think that&#8217;s a good principle to live by, so I&#8217;m going to adopt it, too.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was on my way to Colleen&#8217;s and speaking with my brother on the phone\u00a0when I passed by Liliane&#8217;s fruit stand. She was selling fruit from her family garden outside the garage. &#8220;We&#8217;ve got a sweet deal &#8212; six pieces of fruit for one dollar!&#8221; How could I say no to her big toothy grin? &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/the-neighborhood-fruit-stand\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;the neighborhood fruit stand&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3324","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3MSpn-RC","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3324","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3324"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3324\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3336,"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3324\/revisions\/3336"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3324"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3324"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wesleyschan.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3324"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}