OK, first watch this video, so you know the song I am talking about:
Miri and I went to Wal-Mart last night, so I could get a perscription filled. While we were waiting, I followed her around, looking at toys and little kid clothes. We wandered into the gaming section, where she found a Guitar Hero game guitar hanging out as a demonstrator.
"Oooo Daddy! I play guitar!" She grabbed it, wrestled with it for a moment, then, in front of all the stunned teenagers, belted out the "Campfire Song Song." Including the last line, as loud as she could.
There was cheering in the Wal Mart electronics section that night...
1. I worked there and will still eat there. 2. I joined the Lil' Porgy's group on Facebook. 3. I have begged, pleaded, paid and blackmailed people into sending me sauce whenever I lived far away. 4. I have deliberately scheduled time away from family and friends to eat there. 5. I own a store t-shirt. 6. As pictured here, I have been seen cuddling a bottle of sauce as if it were a crying child ("There, there, daddy's spicy little fellow. You know you are delicious.").
And since BBQ is one of the signs of an advanced and civilized society, why do we still eat bolagna?
During the visit to my folk's, I ate plenty of ham. I like ham, but really!
12/23: Arrived in CU, where Dad was slicing the Xmas ham. Miri and I had ham sandwiches for dinner. 12/24: Dad put ham in the breakfast omelets. 12/25: The ham was officially served for dinner. 12/26: Visited my buddy Carl, who served us leftover ham from dinner with his folks. 12/27: Stopped by to see my old friends, David and Sharon, who gave us Virginia ham sandwiches for lunch. 12/28: Somewhere between Rice Lake and Superior, WI, Miri and I consumed the ham sammies that Mom packed for us.
Tonight, I shall eat Chinese buffet, where there is NO HAM!