Maple Lawn. I think the owners names were the Eiger’s. Some old folks called it The Eiger Farm. Way back in the 80’s, I lived in Burtonsville and there was an awesome Italian farmer that set up shop out of his pickup truck right next to the church across the street from the farm. My training training rides (I was racing bikes back then) would take me through that area several times a week, and I’d stop to chat with the old farmer and he’d stuff my jersey with peaches. He always called me Tony In his thick Italian accent and we’d play a game every time I stopped by where he acted like he was giving me the peaches for free, and I’d always leave a buck or two some place where he’d find it later. He was such a kind and interesting man. In 1994, I got married in that same church across the street, but like the turkeys, it didn’t last.