It began with The Goran Bregovic concert on Friday night, breakfast with a visiting family member early Saturday morning, a bar mitzvah later in the very same morning, lunch with a dear friend followed by a writing workshop. In the evening, we went to a Gilbert and Sullivan production in which one of our friends was performing in the chorus.
Early this morning, we went apple picking with our two grandchildren and their parents in Champaign, a two and a half hour ride from Chicago. The day was absolutely perfect, the weather clear and warm, the apples tart and crisp, the boys delightfully spirited and enthusiastic. We gathered Gold Rush (my favorite), Blushing Gold (the yellow ones with the red spots), and Winesaps for ourselves, but also to disperse among friends back in the city.
Heading back to Chicago after way too many apples, apple pie, and apple donuts, I was picturing that pile of papers yet to grade. As JB dozed, I accelerated beyond the speed limit to get home as soon as possible. The officer said I was doing 87.
That raised the cost of the apples we bought by about $1.40 / apple (We got 100.).