Tuesday, August 15, 2017

White Food Bad Food Great Tasting Food

The title summarizes my sentiments. White processed food tastes yummy but is bad for the body.

White food was not always bad, and unprocessed white food like onions, cauliflower and white beans are good for us. But over the decades manufacturers managed to suck good nutrients out and replace with bad ones, adding ingredients such as high fructose corn syrup, food coloring, and hydrogenated oils.

I did not realize how much my eating habits changed over the years until my grandson visited. We – hub and I - consume only a small amount of white processed foods at home. We dine out regularly, however, and the trouble with eating out is that undisclosed ingredients can ruin the illusion of healthy eating. And chances are we never know about the bad stuff: chemicals, artificial ingredients, manmade foods, all of which might enhance the taste of a dish but are not beneficial for our bodies.

My grandson likes to cook and has specific ideas about what he likes and refuses to eat, so hub and I indulged.

One night he cooked Crispy Garlic Parmesan Chicken with Zucchini. Sounds good for you. So I thought, until collecting ingredients needed.

The only reason I had white flour in the house was because earlier in the summer my granddaughter visited and we made play dough. Main ingredient: white flour. I purchased a small bag for the craft project. (The play dough came out great!)

 The chicken recipe called for eight tablespoons of butter. Butter is not technically white, ranging in color from dark yellow to almost white. My no salt butter sported a pale yellow hue. I don’t use eight tablespoons of butter in months. I rarely use butter.

The recipe specified soak chicken pieces in butter, then coat with bread crumbs.

No bread crumbs in my house, but the grocery store carried several brands.

My refrigerator supplied lots of zucchini thanks to my CSA.

The chicken and zucchini tasted wonderful, but I know I did not do my heart or waistline any favors.

One morning we made pancakes. We could have found a recipe using whole-wheat flour and other healthy ingredients, but my grandson would not have eaten them. The Original Pancake recipe included: white flour, baking powder (white), salt (white), white sugar, milk (white), eggs (partially white), and butter (pale yellow – almost white).

An old-fashioned goody, but…

Another night we made potatoes. White potatoes. Another unhealthy choice.

White potatoes are high in the type of carbohydrates the body digests rapidly, causing blood sugar and insulin to soar and then drop. Long term, a diet high in this type of food contributes to obesity, diabetes, and heart disease. Potatoes rank high on the culprit list. 

I love French fries and mashed potatoes.

Uh oh…

We made ice cream. Luckily the flavor of choice was peanut butter, not my favorite. I did not taste, so missed another dose of white stuff: milk, cream, and sugar.

My grandson went home, and hub and I resumed a healthier diet.

Next week we grandsit the kids for a week.

Our healthy diet, I fear, will be short-lived. 

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Countdown to the 2020 Presidential Election: Installment #2



Nowadays we hear way too much about what the current President is doing every day, whether tweeting, playing golf, vacationing, speaking to rallies of the faithful, dining, traveling, even governing.

There has not been much information about anyone or anything else until articles began appearing recently about possible 2020 Presidential candidates – Republican candidates, the President’s party.

News organizations must believe the American public waits in excited exhausted eerie anticipation for the 2020 election. I would not be writing about the event so early in the election cycle except other journalists, talk show hosts, radio windbags, celebrities, and social media are now providing input into the great event.

So as not to be thought ignorant or oblivious of this momentous future moment in American history, I enter my words of wisdom into the great pot of poop being generated over the 2020 Presidential election.

Should the current President not be his party’s standard bearer, the gossip goes, who will be?

Much speculation centers around the VP, Mike Pence. Which is a subtle way, I believe, of the current President’s political machine working behind the scenes to undermine the guy and ensure he is NOT the candidate. I am unsure what the sleaze leak will be, but something will happen. There is plenty of time to shovel dirt on the guy’s political grave.

Republicans are everywhere nowadays, and so are potential candidates. The U.S. ambassador to the U.N. Nikki Haley is a fresh face, and a female one, although that is not necessarily a plus in the mind of many Republicans. Consider her a VP possibility. Unless the party thinks they are desperate.

The Republican Senator from Arizona, Jeff Flake, is interesting. He recently published what is apparently a scathing indictment of the current President, Conscience of a Conservative. Or at least that is what I heard. I have not read the book yet. The other Arizona senator, John McCain, will be too old to run. He tried in 2008, but the most conservative element of the Party stuck him with Sarah Palin for VP. That sunk his candidacy almost immediately.

Ohio governor John Kasich might decide to throw his hat in the ring again…and Ted Cruz, assuming he is re-elected Senator from Texas in 2018, and most of the other 2016 Presidential wannabees.

As for the Democrats, a lot depends on what happens in 2018. Will the party gain any House seats? Maybe, especially if the Supreme Court takes action on gerrymandering. Wishful thinking on my part…Will Dems gain Senators? Lose some? Of the 33 Senators up for re-election in 2018, 23 are Democrats, 2 are Independents who caucus with the Democrats, and 8 are Republicans. Democrats face an uphill battle to keep all current seats and add more.

Looking toward 2020, well-known politicians include the old guard: Joe Biden, Bernie Sanders, and Elizabeth Warren. Hillary already bowed out. But the Dems would do well to offer a fresh-faced candidate not necessarily a household name - yet. It worked for Kennedy, Carter, Clinton, Obama.

Potential contenders include Kamala Harris, Senator from California, apparently a viable candidate because she is already facing negative feedback from her own party. I think some of the bigwigs do not like her – another talkative woman. Imagine a well-spoken, smart, liberal woman with a Jamaican/Indian heritage. Ouch!

Moving on…how about Hillary’s VP candidate, Tim Kaine…Senator Cory Booker of New Jersey…Andrew Cuomo of New York…Governor John Hickenlooper of Colorado…then there are non-politician candidates. Steven Colbert…Mark Cuban…Mark Zuckerberg…Caroline Kennedy (almost a non-politician with a potent name)…and the list goes on.

The fun has only just begun. Or the agony, depending on your perspective.
 
How many of us feel this way!?

Saturday, August 5, 2017

The Music Lives On


 What defines a generation?

Major events like the Depression and war define the people experiencing them. New discoveries and devices change people’s lifestyles, from the wheel eons past to electricity, the telephone, radio, TV, and automobiles in the modern era. Social movements transform society - the Renaissance and the Reformation, and more recently women’s suffrage, the civil rights movement, and…
Rock and Roll!

That might seem somewhat dramatic, but rock and roll coincided with a tumultuous era in our country’s history. The music played a part in 20th century social upheavals and influenced the lifestyles, fashions, opinions and language of a generation.

Rock and roll defined the era and the youth experiencing it-the generation christened the baby boomers. My generation.

One of the ways the music spread across the country before the advent of split second social media blasts was via the newish invention infiltrating American homes – television.

On August 5, 1957, American Bandstand premiered on TV screens across America.

Originally a local Philadelphia show, an ambitious 26-year-old named Dick Clark convinced ABC to expand the show’s audience. Initially a two-hour program airing Monday through Friday, over the years the network cutback to 1-½ hours, then to half an hour, and finally broadcast a one hour Saturday afternoon show. Live the first few years, the network videotaped programs by 1963. Dick Clark hosted American Bandstand from July 9, 1956 to the final 1989 show.

Bandstand promoted the hottest hits, introduced new artists, and (usually) at least one big name appeared on each show to personally pitch their latest record.

The first song played on that first show was Jerry Lee Lewis’ Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On.

Various bands made their debut on American Bandstand, the appearance catapulting them to national fame and fortune – among them the Jackson Five, Sonny and Cher, Aerosmith, Prince.

Teenagers around the country loved seeing their idols sing (actually lip-sync), and scrutinized the teens dancing the afternoon away. Viewers imitated the dancers in an attempt to learn the latest steps, and studied the fashions and hairstyles.

By 1959, 20 million people – teenagers – tuned into the show. Not yet a teenager and not yet steeped in the youth culture of the times, I watched occasionally, although usually lost out to Mom and Dad in fights over who was going to view a show on the one TV in the house. Therefore I must admit, in the spirit of full disclosure, I was not an avid fan or regular viewer.

Boomers grew up singing along with the TV show, the radio and their own 45s, one song on each side of the record, although we usually played only one of the songs. My record player, a birthday gift one year-I don’t remember which year-allowed me to listen to favorites all the time. I no longer impatiently waited for a fave song to play on the radio.

Money was scarce in my family during the 1960s, and my record collection was meager – except during the few months I worked in the record department of a local department store. After my short retail stint my collection quickly became dated. I could not afford to buy records as I moved on to college and additional dollar-deprived years.

The music shadows my junior high and high school experience. Hub and I listen to a collection of CDs we keep in the car to entertain us on trips. Much of the music produces eye-rolls from younger folks, especially the grandkids. Nowadays young people are exposed to a wide variety of music, but years ago we all grew up listening to the same shows, vinyl 45s and 33-1/3’s. The music, the artists, the bands are part of the fabric of our lives, our personal history. Favorite songs, concerts attended, significant occasions where a particular song played, the event and the music commingle in our minds. We listen, sing along, reminisce and remember.

A note of nostalgia to end this blast from the past - the American Bandstand theme song.

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Ushering in August

The month of August ushers in more summer - hot weather, humid days, dry spells and occasional short thunderstorms, the best of garden produce-especially tomatoes, the continuation of tourists invading my shore town, busy roads and stores and restaurants. All good. I may not like the hustle and bustle, but cannot deny it is great for the local economy.

Yet the beginning of August is also tinged with sadness. Daylight hours diminish. There is talk of kids returning to school and vacations ending, and for most people the slower paced season is inevitably replaced by fall activities. For hub and me, summer is the busy season. We look forward to the less frenetic seasons of fall and winter.

However there is much to look forward to before summer officially ends. September is considered the best month of the year around my part of the universe.  The weather continues to be warm enough to enjoy the beach and outdoor activities, the crowds have departed, stores and restaurants are open, no annoying long lines and waits  (except sunny weekends).

August is a busy time this year for hub and me. Currently entertaining our oldest grandchild, the three of us explore the neighborhood and nearby attractions.
Trying out the Skybike at the Franklin Institute and...
Testing virtual reality equipment.
Riding bikes around the neighborhood...

And of course eating!
My grandson cooked this dinner - Garlic Parmesan Chicken with zucchini.
We have lots of zucchini (from our CSA) and use the veggie in a variety of dishes.
Also cooked a large pot of zucchini/tomato sauce and froze batches.
Challah French toast for breakfast. Yummy!
Of course hub and I are consuming too many calories - too many trips to the ice cream parlor and the bagel shop, splurging on French fries and other delicious foods dear to the heart of a 13-year-old.

But we are having fun. Next week back to the gym!

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Celebrating A Minor Feast Day

Americans love celebrations and the festivities that go along with the event. Birthdays, holidays, special occasions – we enthusiastically rejoice with decorations and balloons, cards, gifts, and most important of all: FOOD.

Everyone seeks opportunities, or more accurately excuses, to indulge in favorite dishes and high calorie, usually taboo treats. As much as I lament my weight, I love to eat. A product of a culture steeped in food as an integral part of most celebrations, I look forward to opportunities to submit to my cravings.

There is no guarantee the food at holiday bashes, birthdays and weddings are food-worthy, but I always hope, and usually the repast yields a gratifying feast.

A special day previously ignored due to my ignorance recently came to my attention.

                                   National Cheesecake Day
Sunday, July 30th

I spread the news a few days early so people have time to plan. Bake your favorite cheesecake, purchase from your go-to bakery, buy frozen or fresh at your local grocery store, order online, but be prepared!

National Cheesecake Day presents a wonderful chance to indulge in a mouth-watering sweet treat.

And to add even more joy to the eating event (if that is possible), Saturday, July 29th is National Lasagna Day.

What could be better than a hearty meal of lasagna topped off with a large piece of your favorite cheesecake?

And I’m not Italian! Anybody, everybody, young and old, male and female, meat lovers, gluten-free, vegetarians and vegans can find a lasagna recipe that meets their dietary requirements, allowing everyone to revel in the repast.

Start baking or buying now!

Trivia about National Cheesecake Day and National Lasagna Day:

Cheesecake apparently originated in Greece, but evidence is lacking to declare the statement definitively true.

A major ingredient of Cheesecake is, of course, cheese (unless making faux cheesecake, which are NOT true cheesecakes). A person that loves and relishes cheese is called a turophile.
It is claimed cheesecakes were served to athletes competing during the first Olympic games in 776 B.C., the cheesy pastries believed to be a source of energy. 

On the “The Golden Girls,” the cast consumed more than 100 cheesecakes over the course of the TV show. 

Lasagna originated in Naples, Italy. The oldest recipe dates from the early 1300’s.

The addition of tomato sauce to lasagna began sometime in the 1500’s. Tomatoes did not reach Europe until after the discovery of the New World.

Probably the most well known lasagna lore is the fact that Garfield the comic strip cat’s favorite food is lasagna.

I end this post today with a video of a song about lasagna from Weird Al Yankovic (you will recognize the tune).


Thursday, July 20, 2017

Get Your Senior Park Pass Now!

For me summer, spring and fall are ideal seasons to enjoy the outdoors. Lathering up with 30+ sunscreen, donning appropriate loose clothing (since I am no longer a teenager, twenty- or thirty-something devoted to figure-hugging clothing) and comfy shoes, I venture outside to walk, hike, kayak, raft, ride horseback, ride my bike, garden, mountain climb, swim, lounge, take a scenic drive...Actually I don’t do all these activities, or most of them, but the idea at times crosses my mind.

My winter persona.
Hardy souls explore during the white season of winter, hiking, skiing, snowshoeing (so people tell me. Personally ‘enjoying the outdoors’ and ‘cold weather’ do not mix well.) The rest of us seniors, primarily retirees who are not cold weather fans, flee northern climes for a brief respite or the entire season. We throw off layers of clothes, bask in the warm sun, and discover southern regions, places too hot in summer’s sizzling sun and heat, but ideal winter getaways.

Under the umbrella of the National Park Service and other U.S.
Big Bend National Park, Texas
agencies, vast regions of the country are ours to enjoy. Sometimes too many visitors converge on breathtaking scenery, campsites and park roads, but that makes it more imperative to visit off season – anytime but summer, when families converge and take over.

Seniors (over the age of 62) can enjoy these national treasures for a pittance - a word I don’t think I ever used before - but one that describes the cost to individuals of the gift the country bestowed on its elders.

For the bargain price of $10 a lifetime pass can be purchased from the National Park Service offering free admission to over 400 sites.

Hub and I purchased a pass a couple of years ago and have used it several times, including Big Bend National Park in Texas, Hot Springs National Park in Arkansas, and the Edwin B. Forsythe National Wildlife Preserve not far from our New Jersey home. One pass is good for a couple, or as the Park Service defines it, one pass owner and an accompanying passenger.

The price of the pass increases to $80 beginning August 28th.

The $10 passes are available until August 27th at National Park sites listed on the National Park websitePasses are also available online and by mail for an additional $10. The government website warns there is a high demand (everyone purchasing before the deadline), so if interested act NOW.

For more information check out this website.

Uncle Sam does not often provide wonderful things at a bargain price. The National Park Senior Pass is an exception. If unsure if you will ever use it, check out the list of places where you can use the pass. One or more interesting sites may be near you. Take advantage and check it out!
Everglades National Park, Florida
White Sands National Monument, New Mexico

Monday, July 17, 2017

Summer Reads Highlight This Week’s Best of Boomers Blogs



As the hot summer days of July overwhelm, many of us respond by slowing down. We lounge by the pool or the beach, savor cold drinks, and pass the hours enjoying a summer read. Over at Heart Mind Soul, Carol Cassara offers her definitive summer reading list for your enjoyment. Light reading, in-depth nonfiction accounts, humor – whatever your pleasure, Carol offers suggestions for the perfect summer diversion.

My current beach read is an appropriate one - the location a beach community. A new book by a fellow writer (Beach Outlaw by Wanda Argersinger), I will try to be vigilant and finish it in the next couple of days, write a review and NOT procrastinate (a weakness of mine). A heat wave supposed to invade my area in the next couple of days might result in a bad case of lethargy, preventing me from doing much of anything – except sit in air conditioning or my well-shaded backyard, nurse that ice cold drink, and maybe read.

And speaking of books, these two posts summarize Laura Lee Carter’s week pretty well: On the one hand she received her first real troll review of one of her books, and responded. And, in an unrelated event, she observed at her home a double rainbow the next day! That's life for you....

Summer is not only time to relax around the house or our neighborhood. It is also vacation time, and this week one of our boomers traveled to New England.

We are never too old to learn something new, and so while on vacation Tom Sightings is taking a break from more weighty concerns and relearning the alphabet. What? Did he forget his ABCs? No. He's just looking at them from a different perspective over at Charlie Alfa Papa Echo / Charlie Oscar Delta.

On The Survive and Thrive Boomer Guide, Rita R. Robison, consumer journalist, writes about a recent court ruling that says the public can record police officersRecording the police is protected under the First Amendment, the Third Circuit Court of Appeals in Philadelphia ruled recently. The court said the ability to record police is important because it ensures that the public can hold government officials accountable for misconduct.

Enjoy a beautiful summer week (I hope it is beautiful wherever you are!) and while relaxing take a look at our boomer goings-on. 

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Family Gathering

My family sees each other regularly, but not routinely. My kids live several states away, and other family members are a three or four-hour drive. Mom, despite our pleadings to move closer, also lives three hours away.

Which might not be too bad, except the drive to Mom’s is through one of the largest, most congested metropolitan areas in the world – the New York City metro region, characterized by high tolls, traffic congested highways, expensive gas, and roads that suck in poor condition.

Family get-togethers rarely involve everyone, so it is nice when a major event draws folks together. This past weekend most of the clan descended on Lancaster County PA for my niece’s wedding.

For my sons it was a homecoming, the place they grew up and left years ago. Since hub and I relocated the boys do not return to their childhood hometown. Jason road tripped old haunts and chatted with neighbors. Matt discovered a new craft brewery/restaurant where we rendezvoused for lunch. Hub and I complained about the traffic. Residential and commercial development boom but roads remain, for the most part, two-lane slow-going meandering parking lots pathways.

Unloading the car I made a disastrous discovery. The suitcase with our clothes was in the trunk, but a furious search of the entire vehicle triggered the realization that a second bag packed with shoes and makeup was missing, left on the floor of the bedroom at home. Three hours away.

There was no way I could go to the wedding without makeup. I would feel naked. Makeup is not a magic elixir, but psychologically helps me feel better about myself. Not that anyone (but me) cares how a 60-something looks…

Hub and I made an emergency shopping trip to the nearest department store. I found a pair of white sandals ($16 – a true bargain originally marked $50) and purchased some makeup – not on sale. Hub also bought a pair of shoes, marked down but not as great a bargain as my sandals…

Sunday was sunny and hot and at 5:00 p.m., official start time for the wedding, the sun still blazed in the sky. As we walked from the parking lot to the reconditioned barn now banquet hall, families played miniature golf on one side of the barn while on the opposite side golfers practiced on the driving range. A typical summer Sunday afternoon.

Inside the banquet hall twinkling white lights, sunflower table decorations, green tablecloths, wide wood floor planks and deep red draperies set the tone for the rustic countrified setting.

We are an extended blended family religiously. Living in Lancaster County for decades I became familiar with its conservative environment. Politically, religiously, culturally – except for Lancaster city, a liberal-leaning oasis in the center of the county – the area evokes conservatism leaning right. Far right.

Some members of my family, not having the privilege of ever living in Lancaster County, were not as familiar with the culture as hub and I. The evening proved an eye-opening experience – the fundamentalist Christian marriage ceremony, the country band, women in head coverings, cowboy hats donned by friends of the groom. Women’s attire varied from bare-shouldered sleeveless dresses, short skirts, and form-fitted outfits to looser fitting plain dress.

Polite table conversation avoided political discourse. I was surprised, however, to meet a friend of the groom who proudly announced she was Scandinavian, her blond hair and fair skin proof of origin. Somehow she knew I did not quite fit in with most of the guests (pointed out by a member of the bride’s family? Did my clothes or appearance give away my political preferences?) She chatted about how she tried to convince the groom to vote for Hillary, but was unsure of her success. (I doubt she won that argument. The bride is a Trump fan.) She also said how excited she was to learn that tenants at a rental she owned marched in Washington.

I strongly suspect, however, she was a lone figure (except for members of my family) in a crowd of conservatives.

A highlight of the evening is shown in the following picture, my 92-year-old Mom dancing with her grandson.


The family dispersed Monday morning, piling into cars and returning home. One son departed 5:00 a.m. to drive to Vermont in time for a noon business meeting. Another car headed to the airport. Hub and I drove my niece and Mom into Philadelphia, my niece on her way to work and Mom taking the train home. Cars headed west, east, north…home. 

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Beach House or Bust!

Some beach houses are quiet, laid-back, off the grid hideaways. Occupants luxuriate in the sea air, sand, solitude, and water.

Then there are beach houses that anxiously anticipate the chaos, confusion, and cacophony as children of all ages converge on the place to delight in the sea air, sand, swarm of humans, and the water.

Our year-round home also happens to be a beach house. During the summer hub and I host a stream of men, women, and children, relatives and friends, infrequently strangers, mostly humans, but occasionally canine guests cross our threshold.

Visitors drive up in cars overloaded with gear that scream, “Beach House or Bust!”

No solitude most of the summer around this particular beach cottage.

This season’s weather has been sublime, warm, sometimes hot but rarely humid. Some days clouds hover, but rain graciously waits until evening to descend. Flowers in full bloom hold their heads high, not yet drooping and limp from long scorching rainless days.


In the beginning of July no one is tired or bored of lengthy sunny days, endless sand beaches, ocean waves, lifeguard warning whistles, whiffle balls and Frisbees. 

The best part of a day at the beach is the Ice Cream Man. Summer routines may eventually induce boredom, but I am excited from opening day on Memorial Day weekend through the last beach day in September to see the Ice Cream Man.

The Ice Cream Man slowly ambles up the beach, a white cooler slung over his shoulder. My hungry, thirsty crew hopes that by the time he arrives at our site favorite treats are not sold out. We anxiously watch him toss the cooler on the sand, and as he opens it delight in the cold dry ice arising from within. We watch in anticipation as he thrusts his hand in and pulls out our treats – a chipwich sandwich or fudgsicle, fruit flavored ice or creamsicle, a crunch bar or my favorite, an old fashioned ice cream on a stick, a milk chocolate shell with vanilla ice cream inside.


Time never stands still, but seems to slow down during the sultry summer months of July and August. People do not get upset when phone calls are not returned promptly. Everyone (or rather the majority of humanity in the Northern hemisphere) understands that vacations and visitors take priority. There will be plenty of time to pick up the pace and return to normal routines come September.

There are a few days between out-of-town invasions when hub and I enjoy our sanctuary peacefully, quietly, lazily.

I do not have to go to the beach to enjoy these magnificent days. My front porch is shielded from the sun most of the day and usually a gentle breeze mitigates the heat. I watch neighbors and their houseful of guests lug cartfuls of equipment three blocks to the beach: chairs, coolers, towels, sand toys, and an assortment of additional items they will probably not use. On the other hand we carry a light-weight beach chair, water bottle and reading material. Only the essentials.

Sitting on the porch reading, checking the news, writing, time passes leisurely as we reenergize for the next invasion.

We do not mind. We enjoy the company, the chaos, and the activity.

But I must confess it is nice when September nears and once again anticipate more tranquil times.

We love the summer. We love the frenzy of family and friends.

We also love the calm and quiet of cooler months.

We are blessed to experience both. 

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Spamming the World for 80 Years

The July 4th holiday is an interesting time to celebrate things uniquely American. The birth of our nation, of course, tops the list, but another American-born item to be praised or scorned, depending on your taste, deserves attention. Although I personally have no history with this product, lots of Americans and people throughout the world love it.

I am talking about the food fave Spam.

Happy 80th birthday Spam! 


Born July 5, 1937, the spiced ham concoction introduced by Hormel Foods Corporation was created with leftovers from the production of pork products. Food manufacturers along with most Americans learned to be frugal during the Depression years, using everything, never throwing anything out that could be reused, reworked, recycled, or reprocessed.

Seeking a unique name for the product, the company held a contest. Kenneth Daigneau, who happened to be the brother of a Hormel executive, won the contest and $100 prize with his suggestion: Spam.

Fried with eggs for a hearty breakfast, plunked between two slices of bread for lunch, folks quickly became fans of the meat in a can. Spam became a popular food staple found in Depression-era pantries throughout the country.

According to Hormel, Spam’s six ingredients include: pork with ham, salt, water, potato starch, sugar and sodium nitrate. Cans filled with the mixture are cooked and cooled for three hours.

Spam spread around the world during World War II, nourishing American and Russian soldiers.

Without Spam, we wouldn't have been able to feed our army. 
- Nikita Khrushchev

Today Spam products continue to be popular in the U.S. and 42 additional countries.

What are Americans still buying? Big Macs, Campbell's soup, 
Hershey's chocolate and Spam--
the four food groups of the apocalypse. 
New York Magazine’s Frank Rich

Americans throughout the country eat Spam – in red, blue and purple states, the poor and occasionally the rich (who were probably poor when introduced to Spam), and rednecks -

You might be a redneck if in an effort to watch your cholesterol 
you eat Spam Lite. - Jeff Foxworthy

Spam fans can get their fill of the product and its history at the Spam Museum in Austin, Minnesota, south of Minneapolis.

And to clear up any confusion in the minds of folks today, the food Spam gained popularity long before spam became a synonym for junk e-mail. 

The term for junk email originated from a 1970 Monty Python’s Flying Circus skit. All of the restaurant’s menu items turn into Spam and when the waitress repeats the word Spam, a party of Vikings sing “SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, lovely SPAM!  Wonderful SPAM!”, drowning out other voices.
Exactly when this episode morphed to Internet messages is shrouded in mystery. However it happened in different places in a short period of time. Users in these first occurrences chose the word “spam” referring to the 1970 Monty Python sketch where Spam singing overwhelmed conversation, and Spam appeared unwanted all over the menu.

Monday, July 3, 2017

Fourth of July Boomer Round-Up

Confession: I am not a very good house cleaner. In fact I could probably win a prize for worst housecleaner. A short story illustrates this sad fact: My three-year-old son (obviously this true event occurred decades ago!) saw me take the vacuum cleaner out of the closet and asked, “Mommy, who is coming over?” “Why do you think we are getting company?” I innocently asked. “Because you are cleaning the house,” was the reply.

Although Rita R. Robison, consumer journalist, blogging at The Survive and Thrive Boomer Guide, is another kindred soul who does not enjoy house cleaning very much, she does think there is some value in spring house cleaning (even when delayed until summer). Read her article to find out what she found when vacuuming her laundry area that made her see spring house cleaning in a positive way.

Most of us will be spending the Fourth of July holiday relaxing with family and friends, throwing burgers (chicken at my house) on the grill, sleeping late, watching fireworks after dark - enjoying time off from our normal routine. But not everyone.

Tom Sightings knows what he's doing this Fourth of July weekend. He tells us about it in My Life In Boxes ... and hopes you are having more fun over your holiday than he is.

Some boomers were more reflective this week, thinking about topics often avoided and rarely discussed, yet impacting our lives. Laura Lee Carter of Adventures of the New Old Farts ponders our country’s suicide epidemic in three ways we can battle our epidemic of suicide in our country!
 
Laura Lee enjoyed the movie, “Golden Kingdom,” Brian Perkins director, set in the country of Myanmar. She previews the movie and relates the theme to her profession, urging us to choose our worries and thoughts, instead of letting our undisciplined mind choose them in her post Manage Your Fear.

Despite a long history of worrying, something her mother also did quite well, Carol Cassara at Heart Mind Soul has learned that no amount of anxiety can change the future, and offers help to those of us plagued by World Class Worrying.

Carol walked a grief labyrinth last month. A labyrinth is a maze with intricate passageways constructed in such a way that it is difficult to find one’s way out. Carol thought, as she worked her way through the labyrinth, she would remember people lost, but found herself grieving her Lost Youth.

I hope everyone enjoys the holiday. 
Spend a little time perusing our boomer blogs and -

                     Have a wonderful Fourth of July holiday!