August 23

When I was a kid, we had a cat that loved cantaloupe. He would chew a hole in the end and then carefully eat out the meat of the melon, leaving the empty rind still attached to the vine. It would drive my father nuts.

I'm grateful that mom and dad brought us back melons from Green River, the ultimate melon-growing spot in the entire US. They were so sweet and juicy, they almost melted on your tongue.