St. Augustine

He writes of destroying fruit off a tree as a child and looking back on it as a terrible moral lapse on his part.
I had the same feeling when I roamed all the back yards where we lived in Los Angeles in the 1930s. Next door - a fearsome angry couple - there was this enormous fig tree. It was loaded with fruit each year and I waited for them to go away. So I would climb up, gorge myself on the ripe fruit, drop the leftovers on the ground (stupid to leave evidence) and then I got carried away and decided to throw the overripe fruit at other houses. One day my father said I should come with him to the garage, where he proceeded to whip me with a razor strop. I yelled and yelled, "Why are you doing this?" His answer was short, "I understand you like figs."
Stolen fruit does taste better. bill grant
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