I was going to blog about the above title, but there's nothing else to say about that.
No sadness, no anger,
just a big empty hole.
Then I read Ananda's last post and...... well, in my head, Lauck's and stbx are tied together in two fundamental ways......
(Ahh the Internet. Is there nothing you can't find a picture of?)
Way back in the day,
on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving,
I was leaving school
(city college - where all smart shoppers go to avoid being a senior in high school...since their parents refuse to allow them to go back to that hippie dippie free school),
on foot -
(that's how I got most everywhere back then,
that and hitching, bumming a ride and taking the bus -
just ask Ananda) -
and this scraggly
(lots of guys are scraggly in the 70's)
guy comes running up to me and asks me for my phone number.
I have seen him a couple of times before - in the music building and the cafeteria.
I debate -
give him a real number or a fake number, real or fake, real or fake?
Ah what the heck, at least he's tall enough
(at 6 feet, most of the males who have shown interest in me are not tall enough)
-real.
What does this have to do with Lauck's, you ask?
Ahh, Lauck's was the bakery of choice for my family.
My job this Thanksgiving was to pick up the rolls for Thanksgiving dinner.
Which is why I was leaving the school out this entrance at this particular time.
To be accosted by this scraggly stealer of years and sucker of life.
All I had to do was give him the wrong number.
Really.
But then what about my beautiful children?
What indeed.
Again, I'll go with "The best mistake I ever made."
The doorway where Ananda and I cracked up after the wild boy took out his rubber - again see her blog for more details....)
Lauck's also made our wedding cake.
FITLGB
