A few weekends ago we had a typical Greene County weekend. Except that it wasn't so typical anywhere, except maybe 1920. Mackenzie, Ivan, Art Boy and I all headed down to my parent's and divided the sexes. Mackenzie, Mom and I stayed inside all day making pies (eight, I think). The boys headed out, harvesting apples for the pies, went spelunking in the cave, went swimming in the pond and drank beer, chopped wood, and played basketball. We reunited for a Jochim chicken and fruits of my parents' garden. Of course, we ended the meal with some incredibly fresh, incredibly delicious apple pie. Obviously, we enjoyed it.
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