Tonight we went to eat at DTD'S restaurant so we could, you know, see her. She kept traveling over to our table from her hostess station. I didn't know what to order (never do) and she suggested fried clam strips, I guess clam strips are fried, right? Well, clam didn't appeal to me so I said, I'm getting fried codfish fingers. And that didn't appeal to her. See, she likes to snitch things off our plates, like French fries and clam strips and hunks of upside down pineapple cake. Boy, I love up upside down cake. That was the one good thing my school cafeteria used to serve. That and tuna fish sandwiches. Oh, the memories made in lunchrooms. My friend Cindy didn't like tuna sandwiches, nor did other people apparently, because I would end up with my plate piled to the ceiling with triangle half sandwiches every other Friday. And I could eat every last one of them. Cindy liked Shepherd's Pie, which I could not abide. People would heap their S's Pie on her plate, this huge gooey grayish mound, it was completely repulsive. Remember, to this day, whenever I'm nauseous, Keswick's Shepherd's Pie is my first and only and ongoing thought. Not real pleasant.

When I told DTD I was getting fried fish she quipped, Heart attack in a basket.

It's probably true. And this, being my 400th blog, is a good place to bid adieu.

Adieu,
KEM...until tomorrow...