An early memory constituting a routine drive to a spot where a black wrought iron fence bordered a graveyard and an old church. At the time it was still a country road. In the summer the road tar heated up to create a sticky sensation when tire met surface. A tearing sound that intensified as the car sped up, or diminished as the car slowed down.Eventually the road would become a 6 lane thoroughfare intersecting a major suburban development.But he was too young to contemplate all that. All he could recall was the apple trees bordering the road and the "grounders" that ended up in the path of the oncoming cars. Shiny red objects out of their comfort zone. He recalled the sweet smell of the apples - those road apples, and the subsequent transfer to another vehicle.