Grapes of Wrath

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The trouble with those leafy, picturesque grape arbor thingies that provide shade from the pitiless summer sun (we had that here this year) is that they eventually, well, produce grapes. I didn’t realize just how prolific the vines growing over our deck had been until last week. Gorged on the heavy rains and nudged by some pre-winter gusts from the south, the whole structure partially collapsed one afternoon.
I spent Sunday “harvesting” the grapes from between the wire netting, drenching myself in their useless juice as I pitched them into a plastic garbage can, no bevy of doe-eyed virgins to assist my poor man’s bacchanalia.