The Lonely Farmer’s stand is at the side of a long dirt road, and it disappears into a cloud of dust behind our SUV. We are on our way to the biggest store in the county, where they have the cheapest food in the world. He is still at his stand, wondering where everybody went . . .
Side by side, there’s no comparison. They can’t have his food in there, competing, and showing off how good it is. They just can’t have it. So he stands by the side of the road (with) holding some of the best produce in the county.