After a visit to Colin’s work, we were all famished for lunch today. Nothing says special holiday like a big bucket of KFC. We got the family 12 piece meal and just about devoured all of it...
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Kentucky Fried Christmas
After a visit to Colin’s work, we were all famished for lunch today. Nothing says special holiday like a big bucket of KFC. We got the family 12 piece meal and just about devoured all of it...On the Meaning of Chex Mix…
My sudden craving for Worcestershire sauce-and-butter- encrusted cereal is a hint about my heritage. Maybe in techno-America, the idea of “heritage” is almost obsolete, except that it isn’t. My iPhone 3G will be nostalgia...
My Two Front Teeth… My Two Front Teeth
That’s the song playing in my head at 5 a.m. over and over. Just the refrain. Our brains have a huge capacity for self-torture. Why not after all? When we are going...Status Update…
I am not sure what I am supposed to say anymore. I feel guarded, though what I am guarding isn’t tangible. The woman at the food pantry was so frustrated. She didn’t have anything kind to say. She...January 2012
Wonderful.
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