Grape Juice

A while back we drove past a grape juice factory. It was a Welch’s factory, with large water-tower-sized vats around the outside of the factory, full of only what I could imagine as sweet, sticky, purple liquid. I loved it the moment I saw it. The sign on the chain-link fence out front read, NOW HIRING, great benefits, insurance and paid vacation.I chirped at the kids in the back seat, “Hey, I could work at the grape juice factory, I wonder if they still stomp the grapes with their feet.”