When I was a kid, my mom made our favorite meals on our birthdays.
I am thinking of this not because it is my birthday, but because I am hungry. I haven’t had dinner. I barely had time for lunch. And now I am trapped en route from Boston to New York.
No cafe car. No food for purchase. Not even a lousy stick of gum. So I am savoring my memories. And they are pretty tasty right now.
Or that’s what I keep telling myself anyway…