Our Stats are Looking Good…

It is true, they are.  Wednesday was over 700,;  Thursday was over 600;  Today, who knows.

Thanks for all your work, each and every one of you…

iggy donnelly

Baggin’ it.

You all remember school lunches? The ones you brought to school, and how they entwined themselves into our daily routines?  First, the brown paper sack. Remember the sound it made when opened at the table with all the other kids? Opening the sandwiches neatly wrapped in wax paper; looking around at what the other kids had. Jimmy’s got strawberry jam; you got grape. He hates strawberry, you love it, so you trade. When you’re done, you carefully fold the sack up and put it in your back pocket, because mom wants to use it again. Even has your name on it.

Then came the rectangular lunch boxes, bright, shiny and new. Mine had Hoppalong Cassidy on it, because Cassidy land was three blocks from where I lived, so he was my hero. Remember the smell wafting out as you opened it up? I think that smell has long gone from this world, and I miss it.

Then you graduated to the big lunch boxes, with the thermos in it. Most of the time it had milk, but once and awhile you snuck in some orange juice instead. Or maybe tried a soda, which turned flat, so you didn’t do that again. Mine was basic black, but had Flash Gorden on it, because he was the intergalactic hero with the beautiful girl at his side, and I was starting to notice such things. Then, suddenly, it was gone, and the cafeteria, mystery meat and all, became the center of the school universe, and your youth slowly faded into the past

What are your memories of lunch at school? Did you bring your own? Make it yourself, or did mom make it for you? Buy it at school? Do you even want to go there? Hungry minds want to know.

jammer5

Saturday, 08/29/09, Public Square

Source: images.huffingtonpost.com

Look closely at the tall man in the center of the group.  How many of the protesters have read his sign?  🙂

It’s Saturday!  Will it be a day of play, rest, work, a bit of all?

fnord