Gene is a man who is fully dedicated to his chosen path in life. My aunt once saw him and his wife out at breakfast in the off-season; he was dressed in orange. His Christmas lights? Orange. His car? I don't want to ruin it, so just scroll down now if you can't wait.
And now, I will tell you a little secret: I am jealous of Gene the Pumpkin Man. He does what he loves, and clearly, he can live on what he makes. I'm starting to strive for that kind of life, and I'll tell you, as I do it, this orange-clad man is one of my sources of inspiration.
By now, you're probably wondering how any of this is at all related to other cultures, so here you go, straight from the informational booklet given to me by the Pumpkin Man himself: "The pumpkin is fruit of the gourd family and is native to Central America. It was grown by the Indians in North America when the first colonists landed."
Enjoy the photos, dear readers. (By the way, they were all taken with my iPhone.)
Big ones, little ones, different varieties.
Pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins.
There are more pumpkins in that barn, I promise you.
Doubtless by now, word-of-mouth is the only advertising this man needs, if in fact he needs any. But I loved this bit of merchandising: behold the Gene the Pumpkin Man pumpkin carving knife.
This sign is visible from Route 43, which passes in front of the farm.
He also raises a variety of wacky squashes.
Some of them look like they have tumors.
Others reminded me of sea creatures.
Gene the Pumpkin Man is happy to pose for photos. On nice days like this, a line full of kids and adults forms.
Naturally, he drives an orange Cadillac.
With personalized plates.