Dirty Train Window

I’m a weirdo who always ate my veggies, even as a child. No ranch or coercion necessary—just knock off the dirt and we’re good. I realize, however, that a lot of children need to learn to like their vegetables. Parents tell kids that veggies will make them grow big and strong and, when all else fails, permit them to play with their food in order to make it more appetizing. Even I would pretend I was a lumberjack and my broccoli were trees ready for the chipper.

My weekend trip to Pompei was a lot like broccoli. Not exactly good, but good for you. And by the end of it all, I learned to really like it. Continue reading