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The bakery outlet

The Spring sunshine drew my eyes away from my monitors for only a moment. Seeing her opportunity, Mother Nature blew me a warm, kissing breeze through the window. I obediently laced on my sneakers and took a walk.

I decided to try a new route, and I discovered to my delight that a bakery outlet store stands less than a mile away from my front door. I’m still discovering this neighborhood. After all, I’ve only lived here a couple of weeks. My family hasn’t moved, but I have. My move wasn’t particularly joyous, but neither was it tragic. My wife helped me to find the apartment and even to move. We’re leaving the future open-ended.

Immediately, I began walking my new neighborhood, the streets of which traverse lots of hills. Once as I reached the crest of a steep one and turned around to catch my breath, I caught my breath again at the view. Though I was miles away, I could see the point of land where we lived years ago, in much happier days. From that elevation and distance, I might have been looking back on my past life from the hereafter.

But today I discovered the bakery outlet. When I was a child, my mother and grandmother often took my sisters and me shopping in Danville, Virginia. Country bumpkins that we were, we children felt that this was a Big City Excursion. We walked in awe down Main Street flanked by department stores with more than one floor. While the womenfolk (that is, everyone but me) tried on clothes, I busied myself in fascination with the escalators or the pneumatic tubes that the clerks used to transfer payments to their back-office. And of course the big treat: we’d eat lunch at Woolworth’s — one of the few restaurants I ever visited at that age.

On the way back home, we’d often stop at the Sunbeam bakery outlet on Piney Forest Road. The adults would stock up on white bread at a discount, but my sisters and I looked forward to a treat that had been held over our heads all day, “If you behave!”: Honey-Buns. It was so hard to remain pleasant all day (especially through the endless fittings), but the Honey-Bun provided a powerful motivation to do so. This wasn’t the Little Debbie pastry in a box that currently blasphemes the name. It was a sticky-sweet monstrosity that was so large it was individually wrapped. We’d each get a whole one if we were good.

I’ve never seen Sunbeam bread in this part of the country. My newfound bakery outlet sells Franz products instead. It sports a long ramp instead of stairs at the front door, just like the bakery outlet of my youth. And as I opened the door, the scent of baked goods seemed to transport me back to that same place.

Serendipitously, I needed a loaf of Rye Bread, which I found along the back wall and carried to the counter. I noticed various persuasions of Danishes in a display cabinet, but nothing that resembled a Honey-Bun. As the portly young woman rang up my purchase, I said, “It’s nice to have this store within walking distance of my new home.”

She smiled and acknowledged my good fortune.

“Say, you wouldn’t have any ‘Honey-Buns’ would you? A large, individually-wrapped pastry that my sisters and I used to devour when we were children, which I can almost taste right now and which would, if I could but have one, seem like a kiss from Providence, a divine reassurance that despite everything that has happened in my life since those early days of innocence and especially recently, there is still love, there is still hope, there is still joy in the world?”

“No, I’m sorry, we don’t.”

Tags: baker, bread, honeybuns, marriage, memories
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The foil character

Back when I was in high school and working part-time at the auto parts store that my Dad managed, the owners threw a big steak dinner for the employees of all the regional stores at a nice restaurant near Martinsville. We were instructed to wear a suit and tie, and encouraged to bring a date.

I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time. After miserably awkward failures to entice several subjects of my fantasies to accompany me — I suppose in retrospect that an invitation to a fancy company function might scare off a high school girl, especially one whom I had never had the courage to speak to before — I finally secured an acceptance from Dixie. I picked her up at her house in my old Chrysler, and we drove the long highway to Martinsville while Chopin played on my 8-track.

Mom and Dad brought Roger along with them. Roger hadn’t been able to convince his girlfriend’s parents that allowing their daughter, who was a couple of years younger, to accompany him so far from home would be prudent. Perhaps had they known the favors which she had already bestowed upon him, they might have considered a nice dinner the least he could do in return.

The five of us sat around one of the big, round tables that bore all manner of condiments, an open bottle of wine, and a basket of bread in the center. The chef must have confused our menu with the one for an NFL team: a huge Porterhouse steak, baked potato wrapped in foil, vegetables, and of course a dessert designed to produce instant sucrose shock. By Franklin Auto Parts standards, it was downright elegant.

Unsurprisingly, Dad had already partaken of alcohol on the way there, but he reached for the wine and began pouring. Roger and I were each eighteen, and at this private function nobody would bother us so Dad filled our glasses. Dixie refused, so I did my best to moderate my consumption. Roger, being the fifth wheel, drank more freely in order to have something to do with his hands.

Dixie, who was always quiet anyway, didn’t have much to say in this venue either. I couldn’t tell whether she was enjoying or enduring this event. The rest of us laughed and joked while we ate our dinner. Jack Martin, one of the owners, got up and gave a humorous speech — the question of whether or not it was intended to be humorous being a regular feature of his communications. Dad continued to pour the wine, draining a third bottle. I had to refuse a time or two, but he and Roger worked at it as if they were being paid by the glass.

After we had all finished eating, Dad glanced over at Roger’s plate, which was completely clean — not a scrap of food, not a smear of butter, not even the foil from the baked potato.

“Damn!” said Dad, “You weren’t hungry, were you?”

Roger cast a sly glance in my direction, then he leaned back in his chair and patted his belly. “That was a pretty good meal,” he said, “but the best part of all was that chrome potato.”

To this day I’m unsure whether or not my father believed that Roger had really consumed the foil. Roger had crumpled it up and tossed it among the sundries in the middle of the table while Dad wasn’t looking.

Tags: autoparts, dad, memories, roger
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The Tao of do

When I was ten years old, we moved into the house that had belonged to my great-grandparents. My father and his three brothers did most of the work building this house. They left a large part of the basement unfinished, which is where my great-grandfather had his shop and my great-grandmother did her churning.

When we moved in, we were short one bedroom. Dad decided that I should build out my own room out of part of the unfinished basement, under his supervision. We began by putting in joists over blocks on the concrete floor, and then I started nailing the tongue-and-groove pine flooring over the joists. I tried to be careful not to miss the nail and scar the flooring. Nailing at an angle just above the tongue so the nail heads wouldn’t show, I kept on glancing off the nail and sending it flying across the room, or bending the nail after it was half-way in.

Dad tried to give me helpful advice while he sat on the exposed part of the joists and sipped his beer, but occasionally he couldn’t help chuckling at my frustration. I wanted so badly to do a good job on this project, and with each wasted nail or scarred plank, I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.

Finally, I lost my composure. I began blubbering uncontrollably, and at the same time in my anger I grabbed nail after nail and pounded them in as hard and fast as I could go.

They all went in perfectly.

I stopped and caught my breath and wiped my eyes. Dad was laughing so hard he had to hold his sides. “You could always do it,” he said. “You just had to get mad enough!”

I don’t know that the anger was essential, but doing without over-thinking was the key in that case.

I’ve seen that at other times. For instance, when playing pool, it’s easy to over-engineer a difficult shot. Sometimes you just need to shoot, almost without looking.

In programming, too, you can easily think yourself right out of solving the problem at all. Yet, if you take the “cowboy coding” approach all the time, you end up with an unintelligible mess.

When we do well without forethought, we are following the way.
Yet never employing forethought is not following the way.

To say that there is one true way is not the way.
Yet to say there is no true way is also not the way,
Though it may be for a while.

Tags: action, dad, intuition, memories, tao
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Settled

I’m constantly finding my new neighborhood to be a bit nicer than I had imagined. When I signed the lease, I didn’t even realize that just around the corner I can walk to a little market that has decent prices. I’m living out in the county now instead of on Bainbridge Island, and the prices show it. Most things are about 4% higher than Walmart, which isn’t bad.

My car has been in the shop ever since I moved in, so I’ve been going everywhere on foot or by public transportation. The transfer station is about a mile from my apartment and the busses leave there every hour, so with a little planning I don’t waste too much time. The bus-riding populace has an alarmingly high percentage of missing teeth, but otherwise they’re mostly good and friendly folks. Not friendly on purpose like on Bainbridge, just genuinely friendly when the need to interact arises.

I walk to the market frequently and buy just what I can carry. Early this morning I went to buy coffee and some vegetables. As I was looking over the Romaine lettuce, I suddenly noticed that they had fresh turnip greens! I hadn’t seen fresh turnip greens since I grew them myself abouit 25 years ago in the back yard. Some stores here carry them canned, but the sodium content is too high for my blood pressure.

Turnip greens are my favorite vegetable. I couldn’t stand them when I was a small child, but between the ages of 10 and 13 my tastes shifted dramatically. Perhaps I had finally overdosed on sugar, but I acquired a taste for many foods that I had detested earlier: olives, butterbeans, squash, and turnip greens. I like them with ketchup, but when my grandmother served them with vinegar and onions that wasn’t bad either.

My father told the story of when his father was a young man, back in the early 1930s. Although my grandfather, his father, my father, me, and my first son are all named Sterling Wyatt Camden, we’ve all gone by different names at different times to keep it all straight. My grandfather went by Sterling, and his father was known as Wyatt. Wyatt had bought a WWI surplus Jenny in a crate for Sterling to go barnstorming. On one such journey around the country, Sterling had been repairing his Jenny while standing on some old crates to reach the engine. The crates slipped, Sterling fell, and slit his wrist on the cowling of the Jenny. The wound, not helped by his poor barnstorming diet, nearly bled him to death. But he survived, and made his way back home to recuperate.

On his first evening back at home, Sterling sat at the big diningroom table, while his mother prepared for dinner. She came from the kitchen with a large serving bowl full of turnip greens and set them on the table, then returned to the kitchen to get something else. Sterling had never liked turnip greens, but when she returned they were all gone. Apparently, his body cried out irresistibly for the iron and Vitamin K.

Tonight, I washed the greens and put them in a big pot full of water. I sliced up some bacon and onions and added them to the water. Just as it was beginning to smell wonderful, I remembered: I need ketchup! So, I turned the greens down low and got ready to walk back to the store.

When I opened my front door, I found that the postman had left a package outside. I took it inside and opened it, and what do you suppose it contained? Honey buns! My good friend Justin James had read my earlier post, and shipped them all the way from South Carolina. I sat down and ate one right away. It tasted just as good — maybe better — than when I was a kid. Thanks, Justin!

Tags: dad, honeybun, justinjames, memories, turnipgreens
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No recipe

The lady at the store had warned me. That big bunch of turnip greens I bought cooked down to only enough for two servings. But what should I do with all this wonderful pot liquor, filled with scraps of turnip greens, bacon, and onions? I know! It’s time for some No Recipe Stew.

That’s perfect for Father’s Day, because my father taught me how to make it. It’s not too difficult, you just throw everything you can think of consuming into the pot and cook it a good long while. That’s why it’s called “No recipe.”

I browned some ground beef, along with more onions, garlic, and jalapeno peppers, then I threw that into the pot, along with some diced turnips, carrots, broccoli, tomatoes, and romaine lettuce. I brought this to a boil then turned it down and added spices (just about every spice in the rack). I’ll let that simmer for a few hours and have it for dinner.

This is my first Father’s Day alone in many a year. I’ll sit down to my stew, crack open a beer, and commune with my father who art in heaven (if there is such a place that deserves the name). If there was a recipe for him, God tore it up after he saw what he’d made. Miss you, Dad.

Tags: dad, food, memories
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Situs Poker

Lawan Satu Meja Poker

Tentu saja ketika anda bermain judi online, maka ketika memasuki ruangan maka anda akan menghadapi banyak lawan dalam satu meja poker online tersebut. Sedikitnya ada dua pemain dan paling banyak ada sembilan pemain yang mengisi meja taruhan, maka tentu saja jika ingin menang maka kalahkan semua lawan yang dihadapi.

Karakter lawan satu meja poker

Terdapat berbagai jenis karakter lawan main yang bisa anda jumpai pada satu meja, karena dengan 9 pemain, pastinya membuat semakin lebih banyak karakter lawan yang bisa dijumpai. Dimana tentu saja hal tersebut sangatlah wajar ditemukan bila bermain poker disebuah meja taruhan, sehingga point yang perlu dilakukan yaitu mengetahui berbagai jenis karakter setiap lawan yang bermain dalam satu meja dengan anda. Sehingga membuat anda bisa semakin lebih mengenali gaya permainannya yang lebih mudah dikalahkan. Berikut kakarter lawan satu meja situs poker:

  • Penakut
    Tentunya ada lawan yang punya karakter penakut ketika bermain game judi dan ketika bermain selalu mencari aman, lawan yang berkarakter tersebut hanya meningkatkan nominal taruhan bila mempunyai kartu tinggi, tentunya anda bisa sering bermain bersama lawan satu ini jika pemain tersebut meningkatkan taruhan itu artinya anda harus menghindar karena sedang punya kartu tinggi.
  • Sulit untuk dikalahkan
    Tentunya supaya mampu menghadapi lawan dengan kakarter seperti ini mengharuskan anda untuk mempunyai kemampuan bermain yang sebanding atau anda harus kalah, dengan begitu bila pada satu meja poker anda sudah terlanjur bermain bersama lawan yang mempunyai kemampuan handal dibandingkan anda, sangat disarankan supaya anda menjauhinya bila hanya berdua dengan lawan tersebut tersisa dalam melanjutkan permainan.

Lawan satu meja poker punya karakter yang penakut dan sulit dikalahkan maka ketahui cara untuk menghadapinya. Jika anda tahu mengenali karakter lawan satu meja poker, maka mudah mengalahkannya, dengan begitu membuat anda secara langsung memenangkan permainannya.

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Sbobet Casino

Bermain Game Sbobet Online Dalam Situs Terpercaya Serta Terbaik

Kini permainan bersama agen sbobet online menggunakan uang asli bisa anda mainkan dengan modal rendah serta dapat anda temukan di mana saja. Sebagai member anda bisa menjalankan permainan sbobet online dengan aman, mereka akan selalu memberi banyak fitur canggih HTC support page yang lengkap dan membuka pelayanan admin cs dalam waktu 24 jam penuh.

Mudahnya Bermain Game Sbobet Online Dalam Situs Terpercaya Serta Terbaik

Tidak hanya permainan sbobet online yang akan ditemukan di dalam sana, terdapat berbagai macam permainan lainnya seperti bola, poker, domino, tangkas dan tembak ikan. Dunia online bisa anda tempuh dengan mudah, hampir semua kalangan bisa bermain sbobet online menggunakan jasa tersebut dengan mudah. Dengan smartphone android dan jaringan internet, permainan bisa berjalan dengan lancar. Jumbo ties Lemieux on assists list

Semua permainan yang ada dalam casino bisa anda mainkan sekarang juga, maka segera bergabung apabila anda sudah menemukan tempat yang tepat. Sekarang anda dengan mudahnya menemukan tempat berain dalam dunia internet, maka bacalah informasi sebelum menempatkan diri, agar tidak ada kesalahan di kemudian hari.

Agar kalian bisa menjalankan permainan bersama agen sbobet online, anda harus menjalankan beberapa tips Used Car Values dalam memilih tempat bermain dengan modal yang rendah. Menggunakan modal besar akan memberi resiko yang besar pula. Jika anda tidak ingin mendapatkan kegagalan dan kerugian dalam jumlah besar, maka anda bisa memulai permainan dengan modal rendah.

Menjalankan permainan bersama agen sbobet casino dengan mudah dan memberi kenyamanan di dalamnya. Demikian informasi kami sampaikan, semoga membawa banyak manfaat dan berkah untuk kalian semua.

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Prediksi Togel Angka Jitu

When you want to get the best advantage, most people will use math inside but there are things you need to pay attention before Togel with math.

Things You Need to Pay Attention in Prediksi Togel Angka Jitu Before Calculating It

To avoid danger and increase the chance of winning, players use math to count the probability of the games they play. Though not all will turn to victory, at least, they try the best to win. Counting odds is not easy and there are some conditions you have to pat attention in Togel so you will not make mistake in this game.

What Games in Togel You Can Count

The first thing you need to learn is counting cards at 21 or blackjack. Edward Thorp and MIT are known in the world by their winnings at blackjack. However, the way they use is counting cards. Though you just play online blackjack, try to count the cards so you will know the outcome directly.

Sports getting weird by day

Card games are easily to be counted instead of games without cards. However, there are at least 4 Togel games you can play using math without many changes like sports betting, video poker, blackjack and poker. Three of them use cards but sports betting use direct probability by odds.

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Forum Prediksi Togel Hongkong

Safety is something important in Togel since you don’t want to lose money without return so you have to know the law in every country.

Know The Laws of Forum Prediksi Togel Hongkong  in Malta

Safety is something you have to consider at the first place before playing the game. No one wants to lose the money once they join the site not because of the game. That is why, every country must have regulation related to Togel especially if this game is legal in that country to make sure if it is safe.

The Regulation of Togel in Malta

The country you live in might have different laws including Malta. Among European Union, Malta is considered as the largest online betting jurisdictions. This country is the first one which acted for the first time to introduce the regulation and legislation to deal in gaming and betting under the Lotteries and Gaming Authority or LGA.

3D Sports Coming soon?

LGA has responsibility to all licensing and regulation in that region and it will investigate the licenses which are prospective to be approved. Togel is legal in this country so the safety is the first thing they need to conduct in order to make them believe if gambling in Malta is safe and not disappointing.

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