Along the Black Horse Pike in New Jersey, where I grew up, there were produce stands every 15 miles or so. One summer, we stopped at one, and I got some plums. I remember sitting in the back of our Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme biting into this plum, still warm from the sun, and it almost exploding in my mouth, it was so juicy. That’s still the most delicious fruit I've ever had in my life. I don't know if anything will ever match it.