Then I'd hike up the road to Read's Drugstore, where I'd have an ice cream sundae and another soda.
Then I'd cut through Towson Plaza and hitchhike home to dinner with the family, and by the time I had finished what homework I was going to do, I'd be back in the kitchen, snacking on chips and pretzels and Hawaiian Punch.
I weighed 140 lbs at this time. I had to run around in the shower to get wet. I couldn't drink through a straw, for fear of falling in. My pajamas only had one stripe. I was skinny.
Those days are over, obviously. It's all in the metabolism; as one gets older, the old calorie-burner slows down and leaves corpulence behind.
Which brings me to Molly Schuyler, all 120 lbs of her, a Nebraska native who lives in California now and went to Texas over the weekend for dinner, which consisted of three steaks, three baked potatoes, three shrimp cocktails, three salads and three rolls, consumed at a restaurant called the Big Texan Steak House in Amarillo.
|Snack time for Molly|
Ms Schuyler is 35 now, and in 20 years, she will be 55, and I'm sure she won't be able to chow down like that. So she should enjoy it while she can!
PS: She started in on a fourth steak, but stopped. Not because she was full, but because she was tired of eating steak.
There ya go.