One Sorry Grape

America, you need to see this from my point of view: a dark red Flame Seedless grape. I know how nice humans are, but they can do strange things.    I was born in the spring of 2015 in the city in Coachella, east of Palm Springs, California. I had as sunny a childhood as a table grape could have with my bunch of siblings, fattening in temperatures that soared above 100 almost daily in June and July. Lucia was my first human friend. She was from Michoacan, Mexico. She and her husband, Roberto, have been working the grape harvest as it moves from south to north, startin...