SUMMER PIT STOP

SUMMER PIT STOP

I came late to the “fresh peach parade.” In my preteen years, my dad and I would arrive at his Milwaukee grocery store in the early morning and I would grab a can of sliced cling peaches off the shelf and place it in the bottom of the dairy refrigerator. When our lunchtime rolled around, it was chilled to perfection. I would pluck out a small wedge and let the viscous sugar syrup slide off before indulging. 

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