Bob had worked on the farm for ages. Every year at this time, they’d bring in the harvest…walnuts, apples and plums. Today was his rotation to harvest plums. He was a little groggy as the day began. It had been kind of a late night last night with the guys in town. Vague memories of too many beers and some strange new wine that some gal brought in for sampling. It seemed a bit fruity, but, what the hell, he was always up for a free drink. But since he drank that sweet-tasting concoction, he doesn’t remember much of anything else. Read more