Don Gregory holds some fresh Montmorency cherries
Last week, the Cherry Marketing Board invited me and several other food bloggers to Traverse City, Michigan to attend a “Cherry Immersion Trip.” The purpose: to learn all about cherries and have fun doing it!
They took us on a tour of a cherry grove where we got to eat cherries right off the tree and watch the cherries get harvested, then we went to the Cherry Republic and ate cherry pie, had pulled pork with cherry BBQ sauce, drank cherry sodas and tasted cherry wine. We also attended the National Cherry Festival. It was a lot of fun and I enjoyed meeting the other food bloggers.
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In 2001 or 2002 I was shopping at the Ralph’s grocery store in my then-neighborhood of Marina del Rey in Los Angeles.
I was walking down the freezer aisle, and I saw a small child climbing into one of the freezer shelves trying to reach the frozen pizzas at the top. Concerned that he would fall down and get hurt, I approached him and I asked him, “Excuse me, where’s your mom?”
The kid turned around and it was Gary Coleman. He gave me this “fuck off” look and I muttered “sorry” and scooted away.
I’ve been digging in my family tree trying to solve mysteries.
My grandmother’s parents came from England. She never said much about them except their names.
In 1986 Grandma went to England “to visit the cousins” but no one seems to remember the names of these mysterious English cousins. The only evidence we have of this trip are these two photos. On the back of both of them they say “1986 England.” Grandma has Alzheimer’s so we can’t ask her for more information.
I know this is a long shot, but does the entrance of the gated (prison, maybe?) look familiar to anyone?
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