Trayfe

Lobster, shrimp and bacon, oh my!
What a fun New England weekend it was. I picked apples for the first time. This makes no sense, considering I grew up in a house that was surrounded by apple orchards. I remember learning about Johny Appleseed and all his fertility. I remember making apple dolls that shrivel up and look like rotting grandmothers. I remember bobbing for apples and making caramel apples. But I do not have any recollection of picking apples.
It was quite biblical.

I'm tired of this Boston religion they call baseball. Ooh, but they just won. Yay. I am a traitor.

Toodles.