Kelly A. Barrett, Wildlife Biologist, Chippewa National Forest
“We’re out of apples”. That was one of the first things my father said to me when I walked in the door. It is perhaps a clue to you what is going on with him. When I looked in his refrigerator, he wasn’t actually out of apples. But he didn’t like the kind of apples that were in there. He said he didn’t know who had bought those apples.
I had, the last time I was there. What kind of apples do you want, I inquired? “The kind without so many seeds”. Hmm. That’s not a lot to go on. After a while, it became evident that the Braeburn apples I had bought at Christmas were an acceptable kind, perhaps because they seemed so juicy to a guy on a fluid restriction. A guy with heart failure.The content you are trying to access is only available to members. Sorry.