Recently I shared a story of nighttime hi-jinx where a few of us Prytania boys broke a commandment. Now that’s it’s been more than 40 years ago, memories like that one can be fun to look back on and reminisce with the cohorts equally responsible. It’s no fun being stolen from though and I have been on the receiving end of that commandment a few times. This week I thought I’d share one of those stories.
We ate cereal for breakfast for as long as I was a kid; cereal, Cream of Wheat, oatmeal maybe from time to time, but I remember packaged cereal the most. Life cereal was my favorite of all time. On a few occasions, my dad might bring home some Rice Chex from where he worked but nothing stood up to the taste of Life for me. My mom would never buy Life. Apparently back in the day Life was a premium brand so we had to eat Cheerios – there’s nothing cheery about eating Cheerios when you want Life. So one week I bought my own box of Life cereal with newspaper money and hid it in my bedroom from everyone else so that only I would be able to enjoy my hard-earned fruits of labor. Another item I remember buying was a giant 10 pack of my own tighty whitey underwear. Money was tight in our house (read me) and it felt good to not have to wash underwear every few days. So I bought my own and then sewed in a little blue thread so as to not get confused with my brothers’ underwear. Continue reading