Heh, Heh, Bert, I'm a bit younger than you but where I grew up we had our own neighborhood war zones too.

Grapes do the same for my memories. Concord grapes. My granfather grew vines in his backyard. His father was a grape grower too, supplied the Boston Police Department with bootleg wine. Whenever I smell them or taste them I picture myself standing under the vines plucking & eating them. Now my uncle grows them in the same backyard. For me there's no grape more worth eating than a concord grape.

Barry