It's apple time and it just brings back so many memories of the farm I grew up on. My dad was an orchardman extraordinaire and we raised a lot of apples. I cannot tell you how many ba-zillon trips I made up and down the ladder with a full picking sack hanging on my front. We graded, sized, polished, boxed and sold them by the truckloads. My dad also had a 40-gallon cider press and made the best . . . oh my . . .the BEST cider! Boy, would that taste just divine right now! What memories! What a heritage!