1. All I really wanted for breakfast this morning was salsa. I boiled red potatoes cut into chunks, fried them with onion and mushrooms, and then scrambled four eggs. Debbie wanted this breakfast, too. She was also hungry for salsa. The Trader Joe's salsa I bought last Friday is a little hotter than medium and I loved it on this mess of food I prepared.
2. All I really wanted at dinner time was a fresh garden salad and I fixed myself one with the vegetables Debbie had cut up yesterday and some romaine lettuce. I ate this salad after enjoying a serving of elbow macaroni and all I really wanted on the macaroni was butter, pepper, and Parmesan cheese.
That worked.
3. All I really wanted to do when I read Rich Brock's miraculous response to one of my 3BTs yesterday was make him laugh.
First, the miracle. I wrote yesterday about things I used to know but that have, in Billy Collins' words, "decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain". I've forgotten them.
As an example, I wrote that I had forgotten the starting lineup of the 1968 San Francisco Giants, a fact, even as it changed during the season, that I could have rattled off during the explosive summer of my 14 year old season in Babe Ruth as easily as I breathed.
Miraculously, Rich went to a Giants/Reds game in the tumultuous summer of 1968 and still had the scorecard and sent me the Giants' starting lineup from that day.
It was a miracle!
Reading those names reminded me of when, at Whitworth, Rich and I could just say the names of certain players, and, thanks to their mediocrity or what they looked like on a baseball card, we'd make each other laugh just by saying Don Mossi or Gus Triandos.
So, when I commented back to Rich with the names George Alucik, Claude Raymond, Bobby Bolin and others, all I really wanted to do was make him laugh.
It worked.
He answered with the names Clay Dalrymple and Frank Taveras.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
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