Confession time: My grandmother was a thief

Scribbled Notes on a Cocktail Napkin: Millions of peaches, peaches for free; and a few more peach stories to sweeten your Sunday

Scribbling from Round Rock, Texas

It’s the early-to-mid 1980s. I’m about 10 years old. My parents are on a “no kids” vacation and I spent a week with my grandparents in a small country town in Central California named Riverbank.

My grandfather, Ted, put up a basketball rim above his garage for me to get up some shots. He tried to teach me how to rope. I g…