I filled out my NCAA Basketball brackets. I’m sure this year I’ve got it right.
Last Sunday, March 6, was National Oreo Day. For every 10 cookies purchased in the store, 1 is an Oreo. Put another way, 10% of all cookies consumed in the United states is an Oreo. That is an incredible number.
Four days later on March 11th, Oreo announced it was moving to Mexico. Whoa? Another national treasure is fleeing to lower manufacturing costs and lower taxes. Will the Oreo taste the same? Of course it will. Will Oreo’s cost less when you buy them on the store shelf? Of course not.
Daughter-in-law Shelby celebrated her birthday at St. Anna last weekend with family and friends. Shelby has a brother, Scosh (or Scoshi as he was called as a kid). I happened to sit with him at dinner and found out he lived in Plymouth. He had been the City Fire Inspector for two years and he was very familiar with the City Club. I got an update on all the changes that had been made in recent years. Somethings never change. Some things do. Scosh said he stopped for a steak sandwich several weeks ago. Steak sandwiches were always a specialty from the grill. The secret was the “slab” of butter that got lathered over the hot meat just before serving. I’m sure that the butter isn’t good for cholesterol levels but after a couple of beers, who cares.
So now at family get togethers, Scosh is my connection to the past. How great is that!
Love,
Dad