“The Pumpkin Cartel of Corning, NY” by Jon Methven
GROWING up in the ’80s, my brother and I sold pumpkins door to door every October. Whenever 4-foot children selling Halloween squash ring your doorbell, you’re hamstrung into purchasing one, or risk being labeled the local curmudgeon. But it bears mentioning that we were the only children in Corning, N.Y., our small town upstate, with our very own pumpkin supplier and that we had a virtual monopoly on the market.
