I have always been driven to know things. Even when I shouldn't. The term "curious" doesn't even begin to describe my approach to life. When I was younger I wanted to know everything and do everything. Somewhere along the way I realized that was not possible, that I had better scale back my goals and focus on what's really important to me to get done in this lifetime. I'm not sure I'm doing a good job of that, but I'm still trying.
In the fall of 1974 I was working as a truck mechanic. I had gotten a summer job working in the warehouse of Cathcart-Allied Moving and Storage in Chamblee, Georgia. On occasion the guys working in the warehouse went out with packers and helped pack up a customer’s belongings. Other times we went with a driver and helped load the boxes and furniture in the truck. Many of the drivers were owner-operators, contracted to the moving company; they owned the truck, but the company supplied the trailer. Other drivers were employees and drove trucks owned by the company.
Grilling out these days is a little different from my younger years, when the grill turned out mainly hotdogs and hamburgers.
We grilled the chicken, rubbed with Penzye's BBQ 3000 seasoning, and grilled the corn (picked up at a roadside stand in the Georgia mountains yesterday) in the husks. We added RiceSelect Royal Blend Texmati White, Brown, Wild, and Thai Red rice, and accompanied that with a loaf of pesto and parmesan bread we picked up at the Sandy Springs Farmers Market Saturday.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” I don’t know how many times my mother made me recite that as a child, but it was frequent enough that it is seared into my memory.
Wikipedia says, “'Sticks and Stones' is an English language children's rhyme. It persuades the child victim of name-calling to ignore the taunt, to refrain from physical retaliation, and to remain calm and good-natured.”