Science fiction author Michael Casher dusts the cobwebs off previously unused sections of his brain.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Trading Up

When you get older the "darndest" things tickle your fancy. Like salads. Now that I walk crooked instead of in a straight line I get a bigger kick from eating a 5-pack of salads than I do out of drinking a 6-pack of beer.

Sounds a little strange, I know. But, like Scotch whiskey, it's an acquired taste.