July 7, 2008
While out for breakfast Saturday morning, I decided that I was in the mood for something I hadn't eaten in probably two decades -- SOS. The place I go serves it up as part of their breakfast menu, so I partook.
Now, SOS is usually prepared because it's cheap and easy. And, that's probably why Dad made it from time to time when my sister and I were kids. But his version had a lot more of the chipped beef in it, compared to this place's which was mostly gravy. Still good, mind you, but white gravy by itself doesn't confer much taste.
But I was happy to have had some old-style comfort food, and drove off to finish my weekend errands. The 80's station on Sirius was doing their Top 40 countdown; this week they were doing 1981. "Angel of the Morning," by Juice Newton, was on.
Before I go any farther, let me make this very clear: That song, as well as everything else in Juice Newton's repertoire, is crap. But Mom listened to it back then, so I'm at least familiar with it, unlike most of the other the-70s-aren't-quite-dead-yet garbage they played.
But then the illusion was shattered when I saw that gas was just slightly more than the 95¢/gallon I was expecting.
Now I need to go online and dig up some 80s music -- "Whip It," some stuff by Power Station/Robert Palmer, that kind of thing. This may take some doing.
