I remember the smell of water in the tomato fields too, like it was going to rain, but no clouds and 100 degrees. Cotton candy, the smell of burnt sugar, oranges and grapefruit, he had a cactus garden too. Some had big needles they hurt when you touched them, but it stopped when took your finger away. Others had tiny needles. They looked soft and didn’t really hurt when you touched them expect the stuck into you, so when you pulled away they when with you and when you tried to rub the off or touch something else it hurt pretty bad. I loved touching the big needles, I hated the the little ones. Playing tag meant running between the cactus garden and the orange trees. In the 100 degree heat. I loved the heat. I still do. Now my kids ask me to plant orange trees and pomegranate trees. I tell them they don’t like the 30 degrees below zero temperatures we have. They don’t seem to understand and look a bit disappointed, even sad. Then I fart, if I can and they laugh with joy. I feel the 100 degrees and smell the tomatoes so much. I feel the tears and I chase them around the backyard and tell them I am going fart on them again. The humor or potty humor is the purest human humors, maybe because we all experience it for the first time with the ones we loved the most and first. As long a humans fart my gram-pa lives. Yours too.