Each year, I play this game, and someday soon I'm going to win. In autumn, usually on my way to a university soccer game, I stop by the bridge over Washington Road to see if the persimmons on the trees rising around the bridge are within reach.
Planted as part of the landscaping, the persimmons have that Princetonian orange appeal. Unfortunately, the tight mesh of the fencing discourages any reaching through, even though the persimmons are just a couple feet away. Once they reach the fence, they surely won't taste as sweet as the grapes that Charlie Chaplin plucked from his window in Modern Times, but that seems beside the point.
The Princeton Tiger women's soccer team had a winning season, but for the Princeton Persimmons, it was another building year.
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