Today's Post is brought to you by the Letter A

And so it begins.  The roller coaster of writing, the montage of letters, the treachery of letters like Q and X.
Today's post is brought to you by the letter A.

Now many of you would think that is an easy one for me because my wife's name is Angel.
Sure bet right there but let's be a bit more creative.  (Love you babe)

Have I told you the story of the apple tree and the pear tree?
When I was a kid we lived at 855 Pontiac Drive.  I was approxiamtley 13 ish.  We had a backyard full of fruit trees.  Peaches, plums, cherries, pear and apple.
Across the street lived the Whitneys.  They were quite the eccentric family.  The dullards of the neighborhood you could say.  Looking back I suppose we were pretty mean to that family but kids are cruel you know.
One time we placed a sprinkler on their front porch and hid in the bushes next to the valve.  One of us knocked on the door and ran like hell while the other one crouched in the bushes, only sprinting away once the valve was turned on as the door opened.  Cruel indeed.  Numerous pranks were played on this family the entire time we lived at 855 Pontiac Drive.  We never were caught for our misdeeds until one day, evening rather, we decided it would be a good idea to pummel their house with fruit.
Into the backyard we went gathering up a bucketful of fruit.  The pears were the best as they were still firm and easily thrown at an unsuspecting home.  Twilight (not the vampire kind) crept closer and the shadows grew long while we belly crawled to the end of the fence line which separated the properties.
The clock ticked, the sun melted, our anticipation grew with each passing second.  A quick nod from the others and the barrage commenced.  We gave a new meaning to the word fruit fly that night.
As quickly as it began it ended and we raced off into the night squealing with delight.  Boys will be boys!
The next morning the Whitneys were at our front door.  We had completely forgotten that we were the only house in the neighborhood that had fruit trees.  We had also, in our mad dash to escape, left the bucket behind which bore the name of our family business.  Seems as though a few pears made it through a window or two and landed none too politely inside the Whitney residence.
Of course they (Whitneys) were left with only one option and that was to.............................................
Assume.

Thanks for reading.  See ya tomorrow!