In some cases, things that you loved from when you were young can present themselves to you in your memory as a single scene. This is a scene that I remember from when I was younger, like early teenage years:
Waking up pretty early on a fall Saturday morning, with most of the windows and sliding glass doors already opened by my dad in the living room and kitchen. Relatively “cold” for Florida … we’re talking like 65 degrees here at the chilliest, though. The Gators will be on TV, probably that 3:30pm slot on CBS, but that’s hours away. The TV is off for now and my dad’s stereo is playing some weekend playlist via an early non-iPod MP3 player.
I know we’re going to have to do yard work before the Florida game, because in that state you have to mow your lawn every other week to keep up with the rate the grass grows. Right now, though, it’s time for breakfast and my dad is making something that was a fixture during these years. It involves canned fish and Cuban crackers.Read More