It was a cold fall morning when Don decided to make apple cider with Don's old cider press. This cold morning, after we’d gather lots of apples and were tossing them into the press, Leo couldn’t understand why no one was trying to cut out the worms and any dead or decaying stuff from the apples. Watching in horror as the cider dripped from the press, Leo said in a pleading voice, “Surely you’re not going to give that cedar to the kids, are you?
