24 jan 2012

in grade school i had a lunch box that was a tall ovoid cylinder with a top-opening zipper. it was a sort of vinyl soft-sided thing printed with mushroom pattern. it came with a thermos which my mother filled with ravioli and bran. that's right, i said bran. the bran was a good match to the peanut butter and jelly and bran sandwich. that's right, i said bran. again. dear ol' mom spent her whole life experimenting with bodily inputs - liquids, solids, gases, she did it all. and, we kids were just along for the ride. i'm fairly certain Bran Year affected my digestion in an irreperable and timeless manner. but, hey, that was life with mom... bless her heart.