….he got there first.  (Well, sort of) Back when I was writing as “ED” for the old NADA website I re-discovered Louis Bromfield.  As a little city boy in Chicago I can remember my parents reading aloud Malabar Farm.  Clearly it meant a good deal to them since they not only read it to each other but to their kids.  And we couldn’t have been farther from farming.  But we all sat around the kitchen table after dinner and speculated about a life we’d never know. Fast forward another 50 years and a time when Wooz and I determined to be better stewards of the land.  I came across Bromfield once again and quoted him often in…