July 16, 2007
My cousin Zach was the first person to leave a comment on this blog. He used this special opportunity, inscrutably, to remark, “donkey chicken”. What the hell? I was compelled to look up the term on Google and there I found the likely reference: the name of a restaurant chain in Korea.
Zach has been teaching English as a foreign language to students in Korea so it was easy to pinpoint the origin of the comment. The thing I don’t understand though is how someone who is long-term vegetarian like Zach could plug a chicken chop shop. I think under the concealment of great distance from his family and friends in Florida, he may be doing a lot of wish-deboning and finger-licking. Good.
Zach has a masters degree and his achievement impelled me to get one of my own. “How could it be that my younger cousin has a degree and I not?” I rectified the situation and completed my MBA program last year. I hope he doesn’t try to go for a doctorate because I am tired of school and I don’t want to have to go back to class to stay even.
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July 10, 2007
I took a drive out to Shades State Park, near Waveland (Indiana), last Saturday. It is a good park to go hiking at because it’s always less crowded than the more well-known, nearby Turkey Run State Park. I wanted to get outside and also to practice taking photos (see samples below).
On the trip back home, I decided to go a little out of my way down to Greencastle to have dinner. I entered town from the north and I thought about the Monon Grill but passed it by because I wasn’t feeling a vibe to stop there. I went through downtown and thought about Moore’s Bar but I decided my stomach couldn’t handle anything anymore from the little grease pit in the back room of the bar.
I continued on and drove down Anderson to see the fraternity house. Too sad to think about.
After a short jaunt by the park and I realized I was close to Mama Nunz, if it was still around. Sure enough, I found it and I went inside to eat. It’s not quite the same as eating in the old tiny location under the toppings sign that listed the “bla olive”. I sat by the window and flipped to the sandwich listing in the menu and tried to remember what I used to order. I knew it wasn’t garlic cheeseburgers – that was Ben McCree’s favorite. It seemed to me that it must have been the Nunziboli or the pizza burger. I got the Nunziboli and fries. It doesn’t matter what the taste was like. I was eating nostalgia.
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