Back when I was a struggling freelance writer in my 20s, I moved into the Midwood area of Brooklyn where a budding new food coop had just opened a storefront. In those days, I was single and still emulating the lifestyle of my hard-drinking journalist friends. Amazingly, as I got involved in the 16th Street Food Coop and eventually was elected to the Board, I found my new friends had me eating organic foods and drinking water and juices, not beer and tequila.
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