Breakfast, the most important meal of the day; so said Lenna Cooper in 1917. Since then though, that slogan’s been hijacked by the likes of Cap’n Crunch and Fruit Loops. I will say though that when I was raising my boys, breakfast was the ‘most memorable’ meal of the day. Continue reading →
I’m 30,000 feet above the Earth as I’m beginning this week’s story, on my way home to Sacramento. My visit was a quick-in, quick-out trip to help celebrate the 80th birthday for my wife’s mom. Although it was a quick visit, it was a productive visit, a lot was accomplished.
Growing up on Prytania Avenue did a great job at educating me in the fine arts of making stink bombs (read me), but in the area of culinary skills not much time was spent training in the Alley with my cohorts there. That’s too bad as I might have avoided a scary, (and stupid), episode in the first summer of my marriage.
Weekend nights (read me) as high schooler’s while Growing up on Prytania were likely a lot like they are today. We’d typically have a hang out spot that we’d hit to share a few laughs and make some memories. Maybe it would be Frisch’s or the roller rink or perhaps we’d just cruise around. This story entry is all about the ride home on one of those nights. It doesn’t qualify as one of those things that could have killed us, (as in this story), but it’s a fun memory of days gone by with my best friend during high school – Joe Copas. Continue reading →