Fond memories of Dad.

Dad died on the 18th of February 2006. He taught me a lot of things. He told us to observe and remember.
On Tuesday, I was at the CBD of Auckland, and saw 2 big wider than one meter disc. On close look, there were strawberries growing.
Yes, you read right, it was a public area next to a restaurant. There were ripe strawberries.
I remember Dad telling us this.
It was in the 1950s, Dad was in London. He was with a friend from Indian.
There was a box with newspaper and an honesty bowl.
Dad," If this was in Sarawak, people will just take the newspaper and not pay the money.
Dad's friend," If this was in India, the honesty bowl would be gone."
I stared at the strawberries, "Hmmm! what would Dad say?"