GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

A REMEMBERAMBLE, NOVEMBER 8, 2025

(I didn't go back over this to correct any mistakes, so if you find one, keep it to yourself...hahah) A good Saturday morning to you, and you, and to you too. okay, I gave you time to decipher that first sentence, so now move along, please. As I sit here and write this, I am having my breakfast, it is an old, old traditional style breakfast that goes way back in our history.

You know, those little packs of tiny, twin, preemie sausage biscuits. I think Stewart used to sell them...Stewart Sandwich Co,. not Stewart Little. Gosh y'all can sure get things I am writing about all muddled-up sometimes. No, wait, that's me that gets them muddled-up. Those preemie, twin packs were good, a while back I bought a bag at a grocery store.

They were lousy, rather than have those itty-bitty biscuits with the sausage patty, they came on small, little, itty-bitty...this is Georgia, we use that description a lot...buns, and a bun ain't a biscuit. I bought a different brand the other day and they are the itsy-bitsy, tiny, little, small biscuits I recall so fondly. Do you remember those Stewart Sandwiches from the "late 1900s?"

Wow, "late 1900s," that sounds ancient. But, I digress, Most convenience stores and many old timey gas stations sold them. The sandwiches were in a cooler, not frozen, and were heated in little infrared ovens that Stewart provided to the seller. Of course they were not top of the line gourmet creations, but they would "make a t__d," as the old saying went (forgive me for that word and old saying, it is crude, but apt) and they were inexpensive as well.

The two best sandwiches Stewart sold were the big burger with mustard and ketchup mixed together and had those really, really, tincy, small-little bitty onions. The other was the burger with gravy on it. Those were fine for working folks and truck drivers who did not have time for a good solid meal. The "meat," was mostly soy protein it seemed, but the patties were generous in size.

I have always been of a mind, that if I am hungry, I want a lot of mediocre food to fill up on, it does not have to be fine eating, but if you give me enough, you know, quantity over quality, I am satisfied. The 1970s were the halcyon years of frozen burger patties, we had them at school in the lunch room. They were thin. They were flavorless. To add insult to injury, they honest to goodness, and you may not believe this.

They came with "grill mark stripes," already painted on them. If you wanted a cheeseburger, there was a bowlful "cheese product," with a plastic spoon to spread it on your burger, it was a bright, toxic, yellowcake uranium color, with the consistency of a fresh chicken dropping. If you ever stepped in it, you know what I mean...stepped in fresh chicken doodie I meant, not the bowl of "cheese product."

Thinking on school lunches, here is an indisputable, undeniable fact, every single, kids metal lunch box, no matter if it was checked plaid, Spidey, Batman and his young boyfriend Robin, Scooby Do, the Lone Ranger, or Kinky Freidman...(look him up), Junior Samples, or Billy Graham on it, they all smelled the same inside. Okay, that is enough frivolity for today. Be sure to tune in again on Monday, same Bat Time, same Bat Station!"

I hope you are well and stay so.

..... NUMBERS 6: 24-26, KJV

..... we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me