Friday, July 19, 2019

hello, metrofreshuals!

Morning.  It's one of those "where were you when..." days.  That is if you're older than 50, which currently I am.  I'm remembering the summer night in July of 1969 when I was on a road trip with my grandmother to visit my cousins on Cape Cod.  It was always a joy to get grandma by alone.  Coming from a family of 6 kids, you didn't often get the opportunity to soak in all things grandma all by yourself.  My grandmother was sort of iconic in the world of grandmother-dom.  If you open a dictionary and look up the word, they'd just have her picture as the definition.  She had white hair, she was maybe a scoach over 5'2", and just a little plump.  She baked Nestles Toll House cookies once a week and delivered them in used KFC boxes.  After grandpa died she was a bit of a KFC-aholic.  She was a master at Sunday roast beef dinners, and you could never mess up her house too much.  She lived in this big house on Chautauqua lake which was the playground of many high schoolers.  And no matter how long we'd been mooching on her hospitality, she always said goodby with "Come back when you can stay longer!" 

So grandma took me to Cape Cod that summer.  We had one night in a Boston hotel room, the night Neil and Buzz walked on the moon.  I was only 7, but I knew it was a special night.  Problem was, the actual landing was, as I remember it, around 10pm.  And my little seven year old eyes just couldn't make it.  I remember trying so hard to stay awake, only to find out when I finally woke in the morning that I missed the whole thing.  I'm sure there were tears, but I'm also sure I crawled in the warm lap my grandmother so freely offered and I'm sure I was just fine!  

So that's where I was, where were you?

Come see us for another great MetroFresh Day!  Lobster tacos tonight peeps!  YUM


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