Cortland apples are grown primarily in Ohio, New York, and the northwest US.

The Cortland is a cross between the McIntosh apple and the Ben Davis apple. It's tart, but not too tart to eat. Makes an excellent cooking apple, as it stays firm. The Cortland is a frequent choice for kabobs, fruit cups, and salads   (apparently some people put apples in salad, I swear it's true)   - because they don't turn brown after being cut.

This apple is generally available September - October.

Cortland, New York's baseball team is called the Cortland Apples. Ha, ha.

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shh, help me keep this a secret

you can safely say you've created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do

you punk. i bet you're not even wearing pants. 'potato.' must you make everything so damn puppy-like adorable?

in a great explosion of light and sound the Gleeson twins ripped every star from the sky. the town went black

Finding himself in a booth with a ballot in his hand, he thought he was in a latrine and behaved accordingly.

(the man with the portable pedestal) You like putting them up there because you like seeing them fall off.

paintings bulging out of their frames like the freaked-out spine-damage erections of accident victims

She really does want to clap along, but at the same time she doesn't want to let the bird get out.

Hope is the power of being cheerful in circumstances that we know to be desperate.

They try to be quiet but you know they are there with their weird coppery breath.

He put a hand on each of our shoulders; it's a wonder he wasn't electrocuted.

A week ago, the time lady was paid off by some rich octogenarians. No effect.

one kid against the fence, scuffed shoes, probably a trumpet case at his feet

What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff -

come with me, i want to talk, i've taken a drug that makes me want to talk

its indifference to my existence. I loved the world when it forgot about me

you nature lover / you country punk / you bowl me over / I'm not that drunk

the other day i saw a gas station called Space Age! i was not fooled!

the garden did not start out as metaphor, it started out as paradise

With luck, their tendrils will sneak out of the box you've put them in.

It's so easy to say you cried yourself to sleep. It's so hard to do.

it is not much of a story but i think it is just the kind you will like.

it's easier if you believe in God, but not impossible if you don't

by closing time I was pissed as a coot and up for divilment

When mind blindness strikes your child, where do you go?

I looked into her face and it was nothing like a mirror

i like that you have plans about my brain. goodnight

he is a beautiful thing but he does not grow on trees

Your grace under pressure. Your face under water.

If you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans.

You're not always wonderful. I find that wonderful.

so dark, the buildings are afraid of one another

perfectionism is one way our muscles cramp

I closed my eyes again and got way way lost

Because I want to. Because I'm good at it.

modern McMidnight convenience mass

can help you soften / can wake you up

Luckily, I was still drinking at the time.

I think this is why I walked like Nixon

i have a lonely in the shape of you

the crazy graffiti ice cream social

hope is a revolutionary patience

my ideology has rhinestones

Why not hollow out the cats?



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