A neighbor who migrated from Sicily carried over the family tomato strain to make the best gravy. (Tomato sauce) He shared some with my father who was a child of immigrants from Russia and Ireland. My dad planted the seeds and grew a robust, sweet tomato crop. From this he and I made sauce for the winter. Everyone in the neighborhood would find piles of tomatoes on their doorstep from our abundant crop. Every year he saved seeds and did it again. My father died this past year at 81. I took his tomato plants that were started and grew them at my home. Each week I would leave a bag of tomatoes on my father’s neighbors doors labeled as Mr. T’s tomatoes. Looking forward to another year of being the tomato fairy.