As I contemplate the state of my government with sadness and anger, what a treat it was to read Susan Reimer's article on heirloom tomatoes ("They aren't heirloom unless your grandmother gave them to you," Oct. 2).
My husband and I have been relishing these gems for the past two months. Eating an heirloom tomato on fresh bread slathered with mayonnaise will bring joy to the hardest of hearts.
One realizes that there is something greater out there that transcends the mundane. Perhaps we should serve these treasures of earth's bounty to soften the hearts of our elected officials.