Picking Cherries with Batman
Back from one of his summer explorations, Adrian yelled, “Leland, get the bucket!” At nine I still aspired to be my brother’s side kick–Robin to his Batman–but at sixteen he didn’t play Batman anymore. He seemed most interested in bossing me around. “Leland, get the bucket! Come on!” “Where’s the bucket?” “In the basement, get it and wait,…