I Thought You Were Dale!

Exercise and the right kind of foods. Like a Post Grape-Nuts'

breakfast. It helps you stay in good shape. Fills you up, not out.

For absolutely no reason at all, I woke up this morning, took one look at myself in the mirror, and said, "I'm sorry, I thought you were Dale." Maybe I expected to see a much younger version of myself. Maybe I was feeling nostalgic. I haven't eaten a bowl of Grape-Nuts since the early '70s, when a few bites of that tasty gravel lodged in my braces, setting off a world of orthodontic tsouris. I think I finally understand how Mrs. Burke stayed so thin. She must've damaged her jaw eating Grape-Nuts, developed excruciating TMJ, and could only manage a sip of soup before the pain set in.  Please, enjoy this trip down memory lane, courtesy of, who else, your humble SJG. (7-30-12)