When I was five, almost sixty years ago, my mother would let me accompany her to the grocery store every few days, and she taught me three things: bring a bag with you; take a cart in from the parking area; hold the door for people. At the time, I didn't realize I was related to a saint. All three have remained with me all my life. Suddenly, I'm the odd man out.
And My first thought when I saw it was that the residual oils from the filters would quickly make the whole place smell like a hundred-year-old coffee house.
The 'bread' thing really resonates with me. For all my childhood, our kitchen had 'white-sliced' bread for everything, sandwiches, toast, French-toast, etc. When I moved to Toronto for university, I had to run my own kitchen. And I found Rye Bread! and Pumpernickel! and Potato Bread! I went nuts! The first loaf of dark rye I brought home, I just sat in my kitchen and ate it, one ripped-off chunk at a time. Eventually I settled on 12-grain for sandwiches and French stick for dipping in soups. I mentioned all this to my mother, and she said she thought something like that would happen. She knew it's a big big world and she let me discover it. Smart lady!
Re: Burdell - When I went to University, there was some guy who applied, paid his fees, then dropped out. The University tried to get in touch with him, but he'd disappeared somehow. So, a few of the guys started doing assignments in his name, handing in exam papers and lab results. Every time, the same notices would appear on all the bulletin boards - every time. I never met him, wouldn't know him if I did meet him, but if Mr. Tibor Piemli is out there in 'netland, thanks for a whole lot of fun in your name!
All three have remained with me all my life. Suddenly, I'm the odd man out.
I mentioned all this to my mother, and she said she thought something like that would happen. She knew it's a big big world and she let me discover it. Smart lady!
When I went to University, there was some guy who applied, paid his fees, then dropped out. The University tried to get in touch with him, but he'd disappeared somehow. So, a few of the guys started doing assignments in his name, handing in exam papers and lab results. Every time, the same notices would appear on all the bulletin boards - every time.
I never met him, wouldn't know him if I did meet him, but if Mr. Tibor Piemli is out there in 'netland, thanks for a whole lot of fun in your name!