Nice visit with folks at the Litchfield Senior Center, where the minutes for the meeting will read: “Strawberry shortcake was enjoyed by all.”
Ken told the story of being a kid on Peaks Island in Maine. One day he traveled with his father to Boston. It was quite a trip from the boat to the bus in Portland to the train station then on the train to Boston.
They got there all right. For a treat, they stopped at a deli to get some lunch. Ken spotted a big turkey leg in the case. He wanted that leg. The deli man said, “That kid’ll never eat that whole leg.” Ken’s father had his doubts, too. But Ken swore he could, begged for the leg, got the leg, and dug in.
Sure enough, he got that leg about half consumed and could eat no more. Father, being from Maine and therefore frugal, said there was no sense wasting a good half of a turkey leg. So the leg was placed in a paper bag and Ken had to carry it: to Fenway Park and the Red Sox game, then to the train station, then all the way to Portland on the train, then on the bus to the landing, then on the boat to Peaks Island.
By the time the day was done, he was awful sick of that turkey leg. Lesson learned.
As my grandmother would have said: “His eyes were bigger than his stomach.”
Ken told the story of being a kid on Peaks Island in Maine. One day he traveled with his father to Boston. It was quite a trip from the boat to the bus in Portland to the train station then on the train to Boston.
They got there all right. For a treat, they stopped at a deli to get some lunch. Ken spotted a big turkey leg in the case. He wanted that leg. The deli man said, “That kid’ll never eat that whole leg.” Ken’s father had his doubts, too. But Ken swore he could, begged for the leg, got the leg, and dug in.
Sure enough, he got that leg about half consumed and could eat no more. Father, being from Maine and therefore frugal, said there was no sense wasting a good half of a turkey leg. So the leg was placed in a paper bag and Ken had to carry it: to Fenway Park and the Red Sox game, then to the train station, then all the way to Portland on the train, then on the bus to the landing, then on the boat to Peaks Island.
By the time the day was done, he was awful sick of that turkey leg. Lesson learned.
As my grandmother would have said: “His eyes were bigger than his stomach.”
I'm afraid I've been carrying that kind of reminder around on my hips for quite a while!
Posted by: marenchristy | June 27, 2013 at 09:50 PM