| In the days of "Old Port Clyde", we all used to go out blackberrying together, because well. . .there was more togetherness then. . .my mother, my father, me, Darby Gardner, Isabelle Clark. The grown ups would drink the Pabst Blue Ribbon beer, smoke cigarettes and yak, pick luscious ripe blackberries and socialize. It seemed to me for my part in the exercise I generally ended up eating as many blackberries as I ever picked and probably more. |
