666

This is my 666th post. That has nothing to do with the content of this post, as far as I can tell.

1. I ate at Lolo's Chicken and Waffles last night. There are very few foods that I dislike, match to the chagrin of my waistline. However, fried chicken is one of the foods that I find enjoyable, but that I probably enjoy less than the average public. Other foods include potato chips, peanut butter and most soups. I don’t believe I have ever ordered myself fried chicken; but if it’s at a potluck or picnic or whatnot I’ll have a piece. Or if I’m going to a place specializing in fried chicken. And I must say everything at the meal was quite good. So if you have a hankering for fried chicken, waffles, grits, candied sweets (sweet potatoes), cornbread, potato salad, or any manner of soulfood, Lolo’s is the way to go.

2. At Lolos someone said doldrums. I commented that doldrums always made me think of The Phantom Tollbooth. I was expecting some recognition of this, but mostly, people didn’t really know what I was talking about. It was one of those times when you realize that something from your childhood is not as universal as you had always assumed. Turns out that not everyone eats lemon jello with cheese on it. Turns out that most people haven’t read The Phantom Tollbooth, or seen the movie a dozen times. I’m not sure why I’ve seen it so many times, but I’d always lumped it in with Alice in Wonderland/Wizard of Oz/Peter Pan type broad children’s fantasy fare. I think in the course of my 5 elementary schools I may have read it twice. But if you haven’t read it, or seen it, here’s the song I remember best, which may be semi-autobiographical:



3. Call is very boring today. Though I did have a patient ask me repeatedly if I had a penis, and another tell me that he needed to finish a chapter a day in his book or the robots from Venus will replace his heart with a mechanical one. I guess I'm jaded that this is a boring morning.