Yesterday I bought some cherries at the grocery store, and when I was eating them in the evening I thought of the chokecherries that Brian eats in Gary Paulsen's Hatchet, the classic kid-lost-in-the-deep-woods story. FYI, chokecherries (and being lost in the woods) sound terrible.
This morning on the train, there was a grown-up in a nice business-casual outfit reading a very beat-up copy of Hatchet on the train. He seemed pretty into it. I wanted to ask him if he'd gotten to the chokecherries yet. It made me smile.