When I first saw this thread, I was amazed how this small diverse
USA fig community picks up on fig events - however small they are.
As a matter of fact, I did notice this event, the very same day it happened,
while reading a small note on the (online) local newspaper.
Of interest, it also happens that my dad picked up his 'other' half,
(aka. my mom) from that tiny/nice/hill-top village of Xaghra (Gozo -Malta)
(pronounced Xaa-ra - the complex consonat 'gh' is silent).
May both my parents rest in peace...
Spending most part of my adult life here in this vast USA, sometimes
I wonder how the 'stork' managed to hit-target, drop me on
that tiny 4x8 island (with rounded corners) and not somewhere in
the surrounding bigger Med Sea water.
Jon, you are sooo funny!.
No excuse for next time... prepare yourself to book a charter flight with
a truck-full of them figs...