As we slip from summer to fall, I am reminded of the various Farmers Markets in our area that bring their home grown veggies, melons, and goodies to our city. Seeing the home grown watermelons in particular takes me back to a time when I was young. ( yes children, I can remember that far back).
Since we are well past the statue of limitations I must admit to caper that happened long ago, I committed a crime. On a boring Saturday night with nothing to do in our small town, my knot-hole-gang ( Me and three of my buds) stole about twenty watermelons from Mr. Fields watermelon patch. The watermelon patch was huge. On Saturdays, Mr. Fields would load his pick-up truck with a few melons, park at the post office and sell them for a little gas money.
In our defense, numerous melons in his patch had begun to rot due to the hot summer sun. It was an act of passion because everyone loves a good watermelon. One of my bud’s had an old Studebaker pick-up which was a perfect fit for the melons.
My bud’s and I decided to do a charitable act for our neighbors on the Cotton Mill Hill. We were aware of the families that would appreciate a nice free watermelon left mysteriously on there front porch. Like Vegas, ” what happens on The Hill, stays on the Hill”.
“All’s Well That Ends Well”. We had one large melon left and being in a celebratory mood we decided what better way than to bust that melon at our one stoplight intersection. As we were about to enjoy the fruits of our labor Deputy Red pulled up in his squad car. “Y’all want to tell me where you happened upon that melon at eleven o’clock on Satruday night”? The one logical member of the gang simply said, “Deputy Red, how about some sweet watermelon”? All’s Well.
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