The old county jail in my hometown of Towson, Maryland, no longer holds miscreants of any type. But rather than tear down a historic building, the county had a developer with an appreciation for history take it over. They lease space in there now to a variety of firms, and can you just imagine having an all-hands meeting in this room? It makes me feel all Shawshanky!
I don't think you can call these tasteless discs "candy," any more than you can call liver "meat" or non-alcohol beer "beer," but since they've made them since 1847, clearly someone is buying them, and, against all odds, eating them.
You can blow up the picture if you don't believe me, but all of this drawing is made up of little tiny cartoon people faces!
This machine rides around the streets somewhere in Germany, and if the driver is going too fast, just holler, "Hang on, Snoopy!"
I can see people getting a big print of this made up and framing it and hanging it on the wall so they can always feel like they're at the pier in Huntington Beach in California.
I think we begin to mature at the very moment we understand how true this is. We learn to cope by succeeding in spite of this truth.
When they held auditions for the replacement for the Gorton's fisherman, one applicant seemed to have all the qualifications!
They will be glad to hem your pants, if you catch my drift...
For some people, it takes a little while to realize retirement means their Wednesday can be your Saturday any day of the week...
Next week! Try the deep-dish olive pie!
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