This morning, about 50-60 people showed up at a local vineyard near Lincoln, NE. I picked 49 buckets of grapes, about 20 buckets more than the next best grape picker. The trick is to have no wasted movements, handle the grapes very gently, and not get caught in conversation. On the bucket talley sheet, my name was the only name circled and I overheard the managers saying comments like, "he's even faster than the Mexicans" and "If only we had 20 people like him."
At the end of the day, the vineyard managers were really friendly - they gave me a bucket full of 65 apples (yes, you read that right), a bottle of 2008 Edelweiss wine, and practically begged me to come back on Monday. They didn't have to beg too hard. I love picking grapes, so I said I'd be happy to.
By the way, if you've never seen a Nebraska sunrise from the country, I highly recommend it.
The Edelweiss grape, which we picked today.
This morning's sunrise
