Tonight, hanging with the folks, instead of heading out to dinner we chose to stay in and make BLT's. As I sit, laid out on the dark brown leather sofa in one of the tv rooms, I am beginning to get nostalgic.
Mom's in the kitchen, frying bacon. (Actually, turkey bacon. But who's counting?)What is it about this smell that "takes me back?" And where exactly is it taking me? I can't put my finger on it as of yet......
(A few moments later...)
It's my grandfather...he LOOOOVED bacon. He probably ate it with every meal. Well, not really, but it seems that way. When I picture my grandfather eating a meal it seems to have always been eggs, bacon, grits and toast. He is no longer alive, but certain things remind me of him...thankfully. He was a great man. One who showed unconditional love and taught me how to properly call a square dance to the song "Elvira," by The Oak Ridge Boys. Something I would not pretend to know enough about to try again, 28 years later. But, what a cool experience, with what could not be a cooler guy.
So thank you to the bacon that made a seemingly uneventful evening suddenly become one where I was taken back and made to remember a person who was such a great part of my childhood. And a great mentor and man in my life.
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