or a pulled-pork sandwich…

you just caused me to remember my sister making peanut butter and mayo sandwiches when we were kids. I had forgotten all about that. I did PB and pickles, but stopped short of the mayo…

My son had this incredibly bright flashlight, and one evening he shined it out into the yard and claimed that all the little sparkles we were seeing in the grass were spiders looking back at us. I disagreed and told him they were reflections from dew drops. To prove his point, we agreed on a particularly bright sparkle, and approached it keeping the light on it. Sure enough, there was a spider sitting there looking back up at us. We then proceeded to find about a dozen more. I was totally surprised that every one we honed in on turned out to be another spider.

I spent a short time in the US Navy, just long enough to get a couple of tattoos that I put literally zero thought into. One, a stupid cartoon character done at a whole-in-the-wall shop while I was drunk faded away pretty badly, but the other one, a sexy sailor girl (done by Philadelphia Eddie himself!) stayed pretty nice for quite some time. I was sober that time. That was about 44 years ago. I don’t necessarily regret them, but I wish I’d put more thought in to them, especially dumb old Yosemite Sam…