I went looking for this photo recently, as it fits in with something we're doing in the magazine, and I happened to show it to my parents at dinner tonight. It turns out, my Grandma Pearl had only recently been remembering this photograph, saying it was one of her favorite shots of me. The back of our property line on the plains, out in the country, was lined with a dozen or more peach trees. They oozed sap and dropped worm-eaten fruit, but when you got a good one, man, there was nothing like it. I feel some measure of pity for those who've never spent any time living in the country and who are baffled by people who'd willingly choose a rural life. Mine was magic.