Our dinner is from Costco. A heated-up rack of smoked dry rubbed ribs from a vacuum pack along with seafood stuffed portabella mushrooms topped with parmesan cheese and shrimp. I toss up a romaine lettuce salad with radishes and cherry tomatoes and pour a nice white.
It’s so good, I almost think that I did it all myself.
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One summer when I worked as a time card clerk for Younkers department store, I ran across my personnel file. I found out that my high school principal, Father Scott, said I was "phlegmatic." Forty-five years later, I still wonder whether he meant self-possessed, calm, and unruffled or torpid, sluggish and indifferent. Frankly I don't remember having much to do with Father Scott. He's dead now so I've missed the chance to see where he actually stood. But thinking about it has kept me on my toes.
