Not lovely but nice image. My first encounter with them was as a newlywed in Georgia . My wife got up to use the bathroom late at night and I was woke by her desperate scream. Running to rescue her I too saw the object of her terror; wall to wall cockroaches!. We soon found another apartment.
Well done Chuck. The first American strawberries I tasted were in Pennsylvania. In fact my first job as a seventeen year old immigrant was picking strawberries for a dime a box. That was 1959 and it was a very good year.