1. Mom wondered if I'd like Nalley's chili with my barbequed hamburger. Memories rushed through me. Nalley's chili was perfect after Kellogg High School football games, basketball games, dances, or a night making out in my parent's Malibu. I'd get home around midnight and a can of Nalley's original chili satisfied my hunger. Tonight, while hogging down huge spoonfuls before slathering my burger with Nalley's original chili, all I could think of was how perfect Nalley's original chile tasted with Sunshine Krispy Saltine Crackers. Nalley's original chili was perfect on my two burgers, too.
2. Joan Didion writes associative prose and I have enjoyed following the many threads of her associative mind in her memoir "The Year of Magical Thinking."
3. Kellogg cools down. This week a heat wave sears the daylight hours,C but at night, Kellogg cools down. I've been other places during heat waves. Boston doesn't cool down. Cincinnati doesn't cool down. Neither do New Albany, Indiana nor Bloomington, Indiana. Hendersonville, North Carolina doesn't cool down. As the sun lowers, Kellogg cools down. It always has.