One of my favorite pastimes this summer has been cherry pit spitting from my balcony. It’s a game which require no shame in life and the ability to yank out your inner 10 year old. I don’t know whether the goal is to actually hit someone in the street below as the pits come flying from above, either. I think the main purpose for me is the exciting suspense of spitting out a pit and then waiting for a possible reaction from below the balcony. So far this summer I have not hit anyone. At least I don’t think I have. I haven’t heard anyone complaining or shouting from the street at least. Whenever I got worried that I actually had hit someone and I sneaked a peek over the balcony wall, all the by-passers just kept on walking. So I guess they were fine. Phew.