I’m working through an unusually pressing list of “to do” items, so posting will be either light or just light on the effort until Monday.
As an example of “light on the effort” here is a rather pathetic story about a recent coincidence.
The night before last, I had a dream about Campari. So I was thinking of it yesterday when I was signing the birthday card of a coworker (Laura, immortalized in the Saltine Challenge). I wrote something stupid about Saltines and Campari, which prompted a discussion of Campari with Ryan and Sharon. Sharon suggested it was an acquired taste, and we mulled that over.
On my drive home I was listening to a Robert Parker mystery novel on tape. A Spenser novel. Oddly, a couple of chapters into my ride, one of the characters was sipping Campari and soda. He asks Spenser if he’s tried the stuff. Spenser says “Yep.” He asks if Spenser likes it. “Nope.” He then goes on to describe it as an acquired taste.