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I knocked on the door and waited. I wasn't sure if he was even home, but it was Tuesday and I've been coming at 10:30 a.m. each week and it was now 10:30. The door opened and my friend, Rod, smiled in greeting. He has been recovering from hip replacement surgery. I've been picking his brilliant brain. Turns out he almost didn't wait for me. He almost went up to the organic farm where he serves as a consultant.
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