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         I am a BIG fan of White Castle!       

All of a sudden I hear a cheer from one side of the room and a groan from the other side!

White Castle Hamburgers are like cats, you either love them or hate them. No in between!

I was a White Castle purest whilst growing up in St. Louis! 

I never added anything to my White Castle burger!

No cheese, mustard, ketchup...no nothin'!

When I could see the grease stains coming through the box I knew they would be extra good!

I'll never forget the aroma of the cooked onions as you walked into a White Castle (if you didn't use the curb service), where they were cooking them behind a glass window for all the world to see.

They had the buns right on the grill with the onions and hamburgers, so that everything tasted deliciously the same!

A perfect White Castle Hamburger could be squeezed into a ball, due to the soggyness of it all!

(I think that was a poem)

At 10 cents a  piece, 100 hamburgers were only 10 bucks!

And when we had a big family gathering it was nothing for us to order 100 hamburgers, and it didn't even phase the hamburger makers!

I was such a purest, and had so much love and respect for White Castle, I never called then "belly bombers" or "sliders," It was always "White Castles" as the employees said.

The kids at school never ceased to amaze me with their White Castle stories.

"I ate 10 White Castles!"

"Well, I ate 20 White Castles!" 

And then they had an uncle who "ate 50 White Castles one night!"

At this point in my dumb life, the nearest White Castle is about 200 miles away.

So, my craving for them is increased 200 fold!

I could eat at least 15 of them right now!

Why not? The hospital is only a few blocks away!

THOUGHTFUL THURSDAYS

I learned this psychological test many years ago, and it has proved to be an interesting ice breaker at parties, wedding receptions, funerals, and bar mitzvah's over the years.

I will tell the story and you tell me what you see in your mind.

I'll tell you what everything means at the end.

1.You are walking down a road and see a house.

Describe the house you see.

2.Like in a dream, you just walk inside and see something on a table.

What do you see?

3.You walk back outside and see something shiny and metallic covered in dirt on the ground.

Do you pick it up and clean it off, to see what it is, or just leave it alone?

4.You walk through the woods on this warm sunny day, and come to a small stream, maybe you can jump across without getting wet, or maybe you'll just take off your shoes and wade through.

Which do you do?

5.You keep walking down the path and see a key on the ground.

Do you pick it up or leave it there?

6.At the end of the path is a stone wall. 

It's just high enough that you cannot see over it.

Do you turn around and walk back the way you came, or try to jump up and see what's over that wall?

Most people say this psychoanalysis describes them well, let's see how close this came to nailing your personality?

Disclaimer: This is just one psychologist's opinion.

1. The house represents how materialistic you are.

If you pictured a large million dollar mansion you have the tendency to be materialistic, a small cottage or log cabin would show you are not too materialistic.

2. The thing you see on the table represents how practical you are.

If you saw flowers, knick knacks, dolls...not too practical.

A practical person might see a bowl of fruit, dinner, maybe even tools.

3. The shiny thing in the dirt symbolizes your love of beauty.

Picking it up and cleaning it off reveals your love of things beautiful and precious, leaving it on the ground displays a lack of appreciation for maybe art, music, or scenic vistas.

4.The stream is representative of sexual relations.

Wading through is a strong indication you love having sex, jumping over is equivalent to having the proverbial "headache."

5. The key represents your love of knowledge.

Picking up the key shows you love gaining knowledge about things, and passing it by shows that is not your top priority.

6. The wall at the end of the path is death.

If you did not want to look over, you have a fear of death, and wanting to see what is on the other side tells us you do not fear death as some do.

This is probably all a bunch of malarky, but almost everyone that has taken part in this little psychoanalysis has said it was amazingly accurate.

Tell me how you did!

THANKS!!

WHO,WHAT,WHERE,WHEN,WHY, HOW, 

WEDNESDAYS!!

WWWWWH Wednesdays make me happy, because I allow myself to ask YOU the questions, while YOU answer them in your own inimitable, brilliant style.

I have been particularly impressed by answers that go above and beyond the sphere and scope of the question, and show that you understand the hidden, subliminal extra terrestrial messages implied within the context. 

Lettuce begin:

1.Railroad crossing, look out for the cars, can you spell that, without any R's?

2. Why are there so few horses, but so many horse's butts?

3. 2 people get on a bus, then 1 person gets off, and 5 people get on, then 4 people get on, and 2 people get off, then 50 people get on, and 2 people jump out of a window, and then 1 guy starts singing "Fix You" in a Munchkin-like voice, while a girl is trying to balance her checkbook. 

Now, how old is the bus driver? 

Hint: He's 44! I know 'cause he's my brother in law.

4. Circa 1970, Ringo is REALLY wanting the Beatles to "Get Back" together because he has absolutely no talent on his own, Paul is reluctant, because he's tired of living in the shadow of John, and George is being all spiritual and wanting to rid his inner soul from materialistic stuff, whilst John is trying to please gorgeous Yoko, and Yoko is devilishly enjoying the whole dysfunctional mess she's created. 

Now, how many people are on the bus?

5. True or False:

a. Frogs are cute. T or F

b. Bats are cute. T or F.

c. Bris, the dog, is cute. T or F.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGxOjotUkqI

d. Cheryl is cute. T or F.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFTFNGOVkDI

e. Sara-Marie Ulsund Stiksrud is cute. T or F.

f. Jay is cute. T or F.

g. Marty Wombacher is a fun guy. T or F.

The allotted time for this test has been, umm, allotted! 

Transcribe your answers in the comment box and be on your way with a happy sound!

TRAVELIN' TUESDAYS

A few of you kind, sweet indivisibles have read my second book, Hitchin'... God's Way Of Letting You Know You Don't Have A Car, and were shocked, amazed, and somewhat confused to learn I had hitchhiked across America back in the 60's and early 70's.

I began my longest trek when I started  from Phoenix, Arizona, thumbed my way to L.A., next stop was Big Sur, to Stanford University, then San Francisco, across the Golden Gate Bridge (or was it the Bay Bridge) to Berkeley, California, over to Lake Tahoe, way across the country to Boulder, Colorado, and finally back home to St. Louis, Missouri. 

I took the time to draw a detailed map of the historic trip, for your edification:

Disclaimer: Hitchhiking is a very dangerous and foolhardy thing to do in the 21st century. The writer of this blog is not condoning or encouraging this stupid behavior in any way, shape, or form. 
It was not as life threatening 40+ years ago when I did it, but I am still very fortunate to have survived these adventures into the realms of the mysterious, dark highways of  "hitchin," as we liked to call it back then.

I really wish I had tom to tell you all of the places I've been to, interesting people I've met, & things I've done whilst "hitchin" the winding ribbons of roads in what I like to call HAmerica. 

However, Tom went to that "Big Highway In The Sky," so I'll have to tell you myself. (Well, I hope he went to the "Highway In The Sky" and not the other direction.

In my book, Hitchin'...God's Way Of Letting You Know You Don't Have A Car, I give you all the details and helpful hints about hitchhiking, but to be honest, I learned everything from one of the greatest comedy movies ever made..."It Happened One Night," with "dashing," Clark Gable, and adorable little Claudette Colbert.

<<<Watch this...It will make your day!

I think it was the sad, pitiful, pathetic look on my face that got me the most rides. (See above clip) 

Why, even now I think you would give me a ride if you saw my face, wouldn't you?

Come on! Is this the face of a serial killer? 

Kind of makes you want to go out and do some hitchhiking, huh, kids? (GULP!)

Anyway, I'm not gonna go into any of my spine tingling tales of the open road today, because I want to save them for other "Travelin' Tuesdays" in the future! 

What? You can't wait! 

Okay, okay, just one!

I arrived in sunny Los Angeles, Calleefornia by way of a guy who let me drive his car there from Phoenix, because he was tired.

My very next ride was one I should have declined, but I didn't want to hurt the dude's feelings.

He was driving a parking lot sweeper (true story), and he would drive a few blocks, and sweep a parking lot, drive a few blocks, and sweep a parking lot, etc...

Well, you learn from your mistakes...

One more thing! 

Since this is "Travelin' Tuesdays," and it's snowing here today, I'm including a song I wrote, but was performed by a guy in Nashville. 

 Gently sweep your cursor arrow under "Cold Country Blues," and the link to the song will magically appear!

COLD COUNTRY BLUES

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cAOIu7vzk40