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Ode to a peach

Tom Waggener writes home from Japan

Yesterday after school, I did my new workout routine, which consists largely of attempting to do various pull ups, sweating eight gallons, and then returning to the air conditioning, feeling somewhat triumphant, but mostly sore. As you probably know from experience, a rigorous exercise program leaves a man feeling peckish . . .

so I was overjoyed to find a peach waiting at the house. Peaches are pretty scarce here in Japan, which is why I had to shell out the 300 yen (about 3 bucks) for this very ripe and juicy peach. Shirtless and sweaty, I leaned over the kitchen sink to take a bite (for to keep the peach juice off my floor and table, ya see) but after one bite, I realized just how very much I loved peaches. I grabbed some paper towels and sat down at the kitchen table to enjoy the rest of this fine fruit. I had never realized just how much I do love peaches, and how I need them in my life more now. I dare say I could go to war over peaches if their sanctity were ever threatened by foreign evildoers, meanies, and nasties. For that matter, the girl I someday marry had damn well better like peaches. I drifted off into a daydream as I gobbled the peach, hoping it would not end, or at the very least, that the pit would be fit for consumption. And I devised my plans for the future. While I dont hold much appreciation for the state, nor its obsession with college sports, I believe I will buy a chunk of property to summer on in southern Georgia. On this property I will cram as many peach trees as possible, a tiny residency (I would go double wide but all that extra house would rob the land of peaches), a rocking chair, and maybe a dog, to keep interlopers away from my peaches. Every year in late summer, I will resign myself to my Georgia cottage, where I will spend my time gorging myself on fresh peaches, peach smoothies, peach ice cream and the occasional cobbler, but most importantly, lots of fresh peaches. Then I became overjoyed with revelation. Why our very own Kentucky should be able to support a healthy crop of peach trees! So I'll plan to buy up all the acres I can find and purge it of non-peach trees! Theres peaches to be grown and eaten, and precious little time to do it in. I have to go now, as typing this is eating into my peach eating time.

This story was posted on 2003-01-03 16:40:44
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