Overheard at the Company Picnic...

 

 

"So which came first -

 

 

the chicken salad

 

or the egg salad?"

 

 



ReCycle

 

 

 



Apparrently...

No matter what you make it out of

 

 

 

 

it's going to crack.

 

 



Side Effects May Include...

Speaking Gibberish

 

 



Braces

 

 



A letter from Joe

 

            Today I am Italian

       In a large frying pan I will cook 2 pounds of ground sirloin, seasoning it along the way.  While that is cooking I will add into my largest pot the blending of Italian sauces, spices and herbs.  Into the mix will be chopped tomatoes and a little sugar.  As that simmers, I will chop a large sweet onion and a package of Bella mushrooms; those will go into a separate frying pan to be sautéed in butter and red wine.

 

       When the sirloin is completely cooked I will drain it off and add it to the sauce, gently stirring childhood memories, sending them floating through the house like father’s cigar smoke.

 

       When I am sure the onions have completely cooked, into the pot they will go, along with the mushrooms and perhaps another splash of wine.

 

       With a final pinch of Oregano and a stir, I’ll set the lid and reduce the flame to a flicker.  There it will stay as the day sends errant baseballs and heated arguments across Miller’s field. 

 

       The neighborhood will eventually change, friends will move away, some will marry and start families of their own.  We will all learn that father’s cigar smoke was his downfall, and if we still had the car today, that we drove as a teenager, it would be worth a small fortune.

 

       The memory of the grandparents speaking Italian in the living room has also been reduced to a flicker.  Fact is, I can’t remember when it was they passed away.  Old photographs sit unnoticed at the back of bookshelves, and diet plans have replace pasta with spaghetti squash.  Miller’s field disappeared as condos went up but you can still hear heated arguments coming from the balconies.

 

       I will write to an old friend, which I guess, is my way of holding onto a small bit of yesterday.  I will seal the envelope and let it simmer throughout the day, hoping a little of the flavor gets through.  

 

 

       La locusta salto via dal gatto

       Your Old Pal

       Joe Zeppi

      

Old Ben Kenobi

     The sad fact is - no one is in charge.  Nobody is ever going to turn up the intelligence on television.  No one will ever fix government, and government will never put the people's interest first.  The various shades of human behavior will always block the transparency of politicians.

    Just as there are no atheists in a foxhole, there will never be knowledge beyond the speed of light.

    Obi-Wan, even you cannot step into the same river twice.

    There has been a great disturbance in the force and it has gotten my friends to drink the Kool-aid.
(Sorry for the old reference Ben, but you get my drift)

How could it not be?

 

 



Just know...

 

 

A found pepper grinder could alter your coarse.