After 30 Years as a Firefighter, I Bought a Lavender Farm in Oregon. The Woman Who Answered My Ad Wasn’t Looking for a Job
I spent thirty years running into burning buildings. When my knee finally gave out, I bought twelve acres of lavender and put an ad in the paper for summer help. The woman who showed up had run a hospital. She said she wanted to work with her hands. She was lying about something, and I wanted to know what.