Orange Juice Danger
Maria left for work the other morning, and I had the house all to myself. As I prepare to start a new job and end my short sabbatical, I wanted to do something special.
So I cooked up some turkey bacon. Actually, I just heated up bacon I had cooked and frozen several weeks ago. I knew I would have time to enjoy the food and get the offending smell out of the house before my wife returned at the end of the day.
Something happened, however, after I chowed down. I still felt like something was missing. I wasn’t hungry, but I needed something else to satisfy me. After a minute or so standing in the kitchen and thinking, I realized the answer.
Orange juice.
La Guerra Fria, Part Dos
Stayin’ Alive … For Real
Luckily, I managed to miss most of the disco era. Sure, I was alive, but I hadn’t reached my teens so I watched the whole mess from afar.
The closest I got to disco fever was a copy of the strange “Disco Duck” album released by DJ Rick Dees, who was making fun of the whole fad. I didn’t realize I was supporting satire at that point. I just thought the duck voice was funny.
Like a lot of people my age, I have supported disco through the years, but with a wink and a nod. I continually find myself amazed as the Village People song “YMCA” gets families to dance and sing since that’s the last thing the lyrics suggest.
But songs like that ultimately make us have fun, and that’s the point. Having fun and saving lives.
Smoke ‘Em If You Got ‘Em
A New Civil War
Politics Gets Saucy
Olympic Dreams
Over the past few weeks, some of my siblings have done a great deal of genealogy research. We have found out many details about relatives on both my mother and father’s sides of the family.
While I really enjoy learning where I come from, none of the research has turned up the most important thing right now.
I still have no idea how to easily qualify for citizenship in some obscure country so I can represent them in the Olympics.