Memories Of Squashed Grapes

There were a few red grapes scattered on the ground in the Hy-Vee parking lot this morning. It reminded me that Buds and I once had a date where we sat on the open tailgate of my red S10 pickup in the Schnucks grocery store parking lot and tossed red grapes on the ground to see cars drive over them.

We were drunk on sweet new love and this was intoxicating to us.

Money can't buy love, but it can buy grapes.