It’s a debate that has been hashed out many a time, from the shores of Southern California to the chilly North-East of Maine. I’ve had this debate several times with friends, enemies and the guy 3 seats down at the local bar, and I’m sticking to my guns here. However, before we can go forward, we have to go back. Back to a time when I was a wee lad, working on my Uncle Eugene’s Soy Bean farm in Bunker Hill, Indiana through what then seemed like the hottest, longest days ever which led to unending summers.
