When I was a young, hard-charging, lean, mean, fighting Marine stationed in southern California, I was peeling an orange in the mess hall one day and just happened to glance at the label on the orange: "Produce of Florida." There we were smack in the middle of Orange County, surrounded by orange groves, and the oranges in our mess hall were imported from Florida! Crazy, but just shows that the contract always goes to the lowest bidder.






