He has hitchhiked clean across the Australian Outback. He has survived numerous bombings. He has gone down the wrong side of the river in Indonesian headhunter country and come back in one piece. He is the most interesting grower on the North Fork. “I don’t always drink apple cider, but when I do, I drink the kind that comes out of a century-old screw press driven by belts made from rawhide leather.” Stay local, my friends.
