Humpday comfort food
Sippin my coffee out here was thinkin stuff, like every day will be gravy when we get back to the world, you know, the land of the BIG PX, aka America. Only to find out, not every day is gravy, forget the homecoming FF, you got stuff to do, still, there comes day when you know you are back into the fold of normal. Toldja I was thinkin stuff. Ever ask the guy behind the table
“what’s that stuff”,
Potato and bacon soup
Bullshit, as you shuffle along the chow line
Reason I brought that up (Top should like this part)
I had smoked some bacon, using applewood
When I got to where it needed to be, I was asked by a former Air Force guy, “what’s this” was a vac sealed bag of bacon ends
He looked confused, then said what do I do with this? give it your mom (sarcastic tone), she’ll know what to do with it. That jar of honey that was from her, gifted to me
we had a little conversation about his mom, it started well enough
His last words were… Chance, my mom is off limits to you
Remembering the propeller’s last words, next time I see him, I’ll be sporting a new tee shirt
no doubt he’ll say something stupid like
what’s that mean
