Sometimes you wonder why certain things are put on your path. Many times, as you encounter them, they don’t seem to make too much sense – they don’t match. And this is certainly the case with sunflowers and penguins. At first glance, there is no match.
Hotel food. I mostly hate it. Some of it is good, but for the most part it is over-priced and not very good. This week, I had my fill. That is until I sat down to dinner yesterday. I grabbed the menu, ready to order, then noticed something was missing. "Hey," I asked the waitress, "where are my empanadas?"
Back in the nineteen sixties, Mr. Ernest worked the midnight shift at the local steel mill. He was our next door neighbor. Our houses were separated by only a few precarious feet. And unfortunately, the passage-way between the two houses was an echo chamber. And this was something of which our mother was quick to remind us. She did often in her own, loving, and sometimes painful way.