Saturday, June 02, 2007

Coffee and Donuts

MMMMM! Breakfast of champions!

When I was a young lad, my friend and I would wait for September to roll around and the new cars would be in the showrooms.

We would ride our bikes from dealership to dealership because for that September day every dealer would be serving coffee and donuts in an attempt to entice new car buyers into the showrooms.

Well it was a small town and there was minimal attendance by lookey lou's.

Well we liked cars and donuts so we raided each and every dealer, cleaning up their donuts, because to let get stale would be a travesty in itself. Coffee to wash them down and for once all year we were 'livin large'.

I can still remember the new car smells and the odor of Folgers, ahhhh life was grand!
We were impervious to stomach ills from the sugar overload, we were mighty teenagers after all, virtual eating machines.

Of course we all know now to limit intake of donuts and such, but then that one time during the year, in September, we would feast and browse.

All was good in the world then.



DEN said...

Technical difficulties in Google world, signed me out and would not sign me back in.


DEN said...

I just got hammered from Taiwan, Romania and the UK, someone is attempting to crack my site, weird

Gerald said...

den, it could mean that you're internationally famous.

Gerald said...

Life was good in the summer of 1955. We would meet near a school, buy icecream in the cup, and walk to the softball/baseball park to watch some softball. Right! On the way to the park we would pass a street and say we are going to see a friend. The friend had a sister. She was the real reason why we stopped by before a game. She was very pleasant to the eyes. You know we never did see the game.

Gerald said...

The Seventeen Traditions

Gerald said...

The Table of Contents

Gerald said...

What are the EIGHT TRADITIONS of Nazi America and Nazi Americans?

1. hatred
2. murders
3. torture
4. war crimes
5. corruption
6. decadence
7. greed
8. lies

For Nazis the times are glorious to be living in Nazi America.

Gerald said...

From Dr. Joseph Mercola's website:

You CAN Change the World

Mahatma Gandhi said, "In a gentle way you can shake the world." And there are ways of doing just that. You can make changes for the better if you:

Know that significant change throughout history has occurred because of the courage and commitment of individuals

Believe that you have a unique purpose and potential

Recognize that nothing you do is trivial, and everything matters

Take personal responsibility

Don't wait, and don't get caught up in the details

Be aware

Change yourself

The following is written on the tomb of an Anglican Bishop in Westminster Abby (1100 A.D):

"When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits, I dreamed of changing the world. As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.

"But it, too, seemed immovable.

"As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.

"And now, as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realize: If I had only changed myself first, then by example I would have changed my family.

"From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country, and who knows, I may have even changed the world."

DEN said...

Wow that was weird this morning,

World famous?

Scary thought,

{could you bring the limo by?}
(cloud moment)

I could adapt however.

DEN said...

OK moving along, nothing to see here.

I will be lurking in the shadows of the data flow.

David B. Benson said...

Well, well. May sales figures show fewer purchases of SUVs, luxery cars and pick-up trucks.

Maybe there is a tiny glimmer of hope after all...

Alan said...

"mmmmmm, donuts!"

My Dad was a printer, and some Saturdays he'd go in to a second job when they had stuff for him to print up... and alotta times me 'n my older brother went with him. It was a noted tool rental and supply company for the construction trades. But anyway, they always had a table set up with donuts and other baked goods for their Saturday employees (and their kids...hehe). 'Bout the only other time we got donuts was at report card time. The local shop gave us a free glazed donut for each "A" you got, and both me 'n my brother were pretty good students... so my Dad would take us by there. I think he enjoyed it as much as we did... maybe like bragging on his smart kids.
*he died when I was 14 and my brother was 16 My brother's friends on his All-Star baseball team were the pall bearers.

But yeah, donuts!!! "mmmmmm"