Apples to Oranges

 

Growing up in Maine, perhaps before even such things as finger-guns were considered a national threat, did you have crabapple fights with your friends in the field out back? Before 9/11 and the War on Terrorism, you could. And the kids down south weren’t excluded. Down there, if you didn’t have a kumquat tree in your backyard, one of your buds did, and those tiny sour oranges were the perfect ammunition for a messy get-your-aggressions-out neighborhood war. You didn’t even have to rent a paintball gun.