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	<title>Comments on: Queen Bee</title>
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		<title>By: Maury Cheadle</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the enjoyment of reading of Marina Marchese&#039;s venture with bees, I reflected upon my own venture as a high school kid, trying a hive on a 25 foot lot in downtown Grand Rapids, MI. After ordering four or five pounds of bees with a queen, they not only passed the test of survival on a city lot, but replicated to a full, busy colony and that first year produced two supers ( 56 pounds).  My siblings and I, and even my dad who originally had forbid it, spent many enjoyable minutes (or hours) sitting and watching those little creatures exit the hive, do three circles and take off to what ever parking lot or garden they were pollinating on that day.
That was back in &#039;48 or &#039;49. I kept them until Uncle Sam invited me to get  on a bus for induction and I had to wrap them up for a trip to my uncle in the country. Marina&#039;s venture was the fruit of lucid vision.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the enjoyment of reading of Marina Marchese&#8217;s venture with bees, I reflected upon my own venture as a high school kid, trying a hive on a 25 foot lot in downtown Grand Rapids, MI. After ordering four or five pounds of bees with a queen, they not only passed the test of survival on a city lot, but replicated to a full, busy colony and that first year produced two supers ( 56 pounds).  My siblings and I, and even my dad who originally had forbid it, spent many enjoyable minutes (or hours) sitting and watching those little creatures exit the hive, do three circles and take off to what ever parking lot or garden they were pollinating on that day.<br />
That was back in &#8217;48 or &#8217;49. I kept them until Uncle Sam invited me to get  on a bus for induction and I had to wrap them up for a trip to my uncle in the country. Marina&#8217;s venture was the fruit of lucid vision.</p>
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