I don’t like going into the service station to get a map and they want $1.50 for it, if they have one.
I miss the smiling policeman in a blue uniform. I don’t like the ‘storm trooper look of the black fatigues, they just don’t look friendly, they look confrontational. ( I can see where it would fit, but not in a small town of 2,000 people).
I miss having ‘LESS VARIETY’, I hate looking through 100 breakfast cereals. I liked it when it was corn flakes, wheaties, cheerios and maybe frosted flakes. I was a corn flakes person. That was when I was older. As a kid it was eggs, grits, biscuits and livermush (a local concoction, can only be purchased and found in the piedmont section of North Carolina).
Hey I miss looking at that seam on the back of nylon hose (And wondering how high it went, LOL). Now that I could find out, it is gone!!!!
But I smell my chicken now. And again I miss the stuff that used to be inside. I am pressuring a chicken. Sherry promised to fix Chicken a la King for the boys on evening. I will pressure it so the bones can about be eaten and the meat will fall off the bones..
Take care and thanks for coming by the log. If you see my Neck, liver gizzard, etc send them home!
. A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather's word processor. She told him she was writing a story.
(That is a lot like the new book I am writing!!!)