Memories from the Mayor

I looked yesterday, the green apples are ready! Nothing like a green apple with Morton’s salt decorating the skin. Plop the apple in your mouth, wet it up, take it out, pour on the salt, put it back and chew. Wow, what memories. Zen Hall had a wonderful June apple tree and he let us enjoy those treats in moderation. Mrs. Draffen, on the other hand, didn’t like moderation, her position was none at all. So, we made sure to have our share of Mrs. Draffen’s apples, far more than she ever enjoyed because the tree was beside her parent’s house far from her watchful eye.

Several of us would descend on the tree, a few climbing and tossing down the delicious treats. Of course, one guy kept watch and he shared the rewards equally with the rest of us. It was worth almost getting caught just to hear her scream at us and threaten consequences. She never caught us, I’m only confessing now because the “truth” is too good to keep silent.

No, I will not name the other boys. Well maybe, if you call with your Visa or Master Card in hand I will….Enjoy your green apples before they disappear.