It's like my grandfather always told me: Mike, when life hands you Lemons, ask for a paternity test.
Friday, August 20, 2010
It must have been twelve, that transitory time when Tuesday night concedes to Wednesday morning, and where was I? In the thick of a thorny bush and attired in shorts and a pair of slip on Vans, I found myself and Joey Majdali picking blackberries.
We picked five to six cups, which we used in a homemade cobbler. Plan for next week: pick some more.