I miss the old TV dinners that came in the foil tray. The mashed potatoes and apple dessert came out of the oven hotter than hell. And yet, I threw caution to the wind and dug right in, as the infernal spuds turned the top of my mouth into shredded pieces of ancient Egyptian papyrus…Delicious.
I miss playing on my Little League Baseball team. It was the best of times. Our team, other than one of four years, was absolutely horrible. I was pretty good though. The interesting part was that our coach and half the team were black, and we played in the “North Side League.” This league was made of pretty, blond well to do boys whose fathers were lawyers, doctors, and the occasional Real Estate mogul. They were always appalled because none of us ever slid into a base; we would run over the baseman. We cussed. We filled our mouths with purple Bubs Daddy Bubble Gum, and our coach would routinely get thrown out for yelling at the ump. Ah yes, it was fun rocking the societal boat even at a young age.
On a related note, I miss the lost art of bunting. Very few professional baseball players can lay down a good bunt. It’s a travesty.
Where have you gone Burger Chef and Jeff? Oh how you are fondly remembered. I worked at one all through High School, unfortunately after being there about six months Hardee’s bought them out. I continued to work there, but no longer did I get to fry up the Top Chef, The Super Chef, or The Big Chef. Tears…Tiny Tiny Tears.
I am a fan of some of today’s cartoons. Billy and Mandy, Danny Phantom, Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, and a few others are pretty funny. I do, however, miss waking up on Saturday mornings and tuning in to the Bugs Bunny/Road Runner hour. Bugs is the best and always will be. And when combined with a glass of chocolate milk and heavily buttered toast…Fuhget About It.
I miss gathering with my friends on a hot summer evening as we hit lightning bugs with our wiffle ball bats, rang door bells, and talked about how hot the new kid’s mother was.
One last thing today, although I complained about having it what seemed every night of the week, Mom, I really miss your meatloaf.
And Now Our Moment of Hinn…
“The Bible warns us clearly that we must not attack men of God no matter how sinful they may have become or wicked in our eyes.”
--Benny Hinn
2 comments:
I got a little teary-eyed there at the end there... Some of which must be joy over the fact that you have given me a multitude of ieas for my Bring it Back column... ;)
Really well done, though. And so true about bunting. It really is a lost art in the era of juiced-up power hitting.
I also miss Bugs... "Saturday morning cartoons" doesn't mean what it used to, that's for sure.
Have you seen Fairly Odd Parents? That one's pretty funny too. :)
Allie
Yes, I unintentionally omitted Fairly Odd Parents..It's pretty good.
As for the bunting, I am a bunting snob, as I actually received a trophy for my bunting prowess as an 11 year old.
Glad you liked it, have a good flight and enjoy the trip !!
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