Jack of Harts

I grow my own food. Most permanent space habitats do that and I’m no exception. Chicken. Fish. Taters. I grow all kinds of food in my ship. It gives me something to do. A routine. Daily jobs that have to be done. We all need things to do to keep us sane. I grow things. And I play music. The chickens like it. At least they don’t complain about it if they don’t. It’s the kind of stuff that keeps all spacers alive and connected to the world we all call home. Even those who have never been there.