(This week’s market report comes from Chris Witwer)

In the mid-70’s my grandfather grew watermelons and cantaloupes on his Midwestern farm.  When I was tall enough and strong enough to help out in the late summer, we’d go pick those melons, and toss them in the back of his yellow and white striped pick-up truck. Then we’d drive to the town square to sell them to our “neighbors” – if the word neighbor can be used to describe someone who might live 10 miles from you with only a dirt road and a few cows in between. 

The …