Day 361
Aunt Gloria’s
hot wings
When
I liquidated our assets in beautiful Oregon and we loaded the “Gypsy”-caravan
to trek southward to Nashville and Vanderbilt University for daughter Beth to
complete her Law-School education as a “visiting”-student for her final year,
we moved to White-house, Tennessee”.
Myriad
cousins and a remaining Uncle Randell lived close-by; we visited regularly.
One
fine day we ventured over to Uncle Randell’s for a visit; he was just leaving.
Being an over-the-road truck driver for Roadway, he had to go whenever they
called—they called.. Gone!
Aunt
Gloria entertained us for the afternoon allowing us access to the swimming
pool; she even offered a late lunch of “hot”-wings heated in the oven. Hey!
Free-lunch!
I
bit into one of the delights---chewed a bit…swallowed hard and reached for the
Coke! Wow!
When
she said “hot”-wings, she was not kidding. Red!-hot!
Hot! Hot! Would have been truer!
The
only way to tolerate the “heat” was to keep eating, washing the fire down with
Coke.
I
sat in the porch swing adjacent to the pool and watched the kids swim and be
kids.
Suddenly
tired, I laid down, the swinging-motion like a dream-scape, my mouth on fire!
Next
thing I knew it was 2-hours later---I had been asleep…mouth-“embers” still
smoldered.
We
Thanked Aunt Gloria for a delightful day; on the drive home, I swore off
“hot”-wings!
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