I met Joel Salatin. I leaned back on a sweet smelling hay bale on the ground near a tractor tire rim firepit full of apple wood smoking embers and listened to a talk he gave on Sunday at the Pawpaw Festival. I took copious notes.
I met Joel Salatin. I bought one of his books ( the only one left on the table – thank goodness I got straight in line!!!), and he signed it. He wrote a message just to me in the book.
I’m not sure you’re getting what I’m saying. I met Joel Salatin.
I MET JOEL SALATIN!!!!