The first time I saw it, I was on my way to a northeastern part of the county.
My husband had seen it before me. He couldn’t believe it and he wanted me to see it too.
“Check this out,” he said, pulling into a small produce stand off a busy road.
We got out of the car and walked over. No one was there, but there was plenty of seasonal produce available. Nearby was a locked box. There was a sign directing people to insert payment into the box.
“An honor box?” I asked, bewildered.