|Posted on Thursday, January 01, 2009 - 1:04 pm: |
My mouth began watering as I recalled the incomparable taste of baked beans, macaroni & cheese, pot pies, et. al.
Their like will never be tasted again on this planet. My dad's great favorite was corn meal mush with syrup for bkfst. We New Yorkers (I've been living in deep mountain rural North Carolina for 40 years, and left the city 45 years ago), of my generation, just took the glory that was our automats,the fun & magic, completely for granted as an integral and eternal part of our way of life. sic transit gloria mundi.