November 7, 1994 |
People in these parts still think of Floyd Griffin as a bit of an outsider, a Johnny-come-lately to the Kingdom of the Crispheads. He's only lived in the Salad Bowl of America since 1968--the kind of place where you sure can grow vegetables but you sure can't buy land. His "recent" arrival in itself is a minor black mark in this tight little fraternity of four-generation farm families. And then there's the way he feels about iceberg, the king of crops in the land of lettuce: He eats it.