You Never Sausage a Breakfast

I don't care what Ferris Bueller says. Abe Froman is not the Sausage King of Chicago, or any other town.

We lost the real Sausage King on Sunday night when Jimmy Dean died of natural causes at home in Virginia. He was 81, which means he had a long and, one would imagine, happy and prosperous life.

But before he gave the world the familiar ground-pork-and spices in silver and gold tubes, he gave us some good music.

And if you're one of my younger reader, you're saying,"whaaaaaa?"

This gets confusing. Let's go to colorcoding!
Jerry Lewis. Jerry Lee Lewis. James Dean. Jimmy Dean.

Clown.
Rockabilly.
Mumbly actor.
Singer of hits such as "Big Bad John," I.O.U.," and "The First Thing Ev'ry Morning (And the Last Thing Ev'ry Night)" AND actor AND the man who brought such luminaries as Roy Clark, Patsy Cline and Kermit the Frog to light. And then he went into the sausage business.

We make a lot of multitasking, and look at how many things Jimmy Ray Dean did in 81 years.

He didn't have advanced degrees in business or economics, but he did pretty well for himself.

And if you know a sage-ier treat than a slice of his best on an English muffin with an egg and some American cheese, I wish you'd let me know what it is.