Tidbits - August 15 2019



  I had been reading about Burger King’s new meatless “Impossible Burger,” and when I went through the drive-thru last Wednesday and saw it on the menu, I  had to try it.
  Of course, it being a new menu item, I was asked to pull-up, and when the young man brought my order, after I had waited awhile, I jokingly used the old standard, “Did you have to kill the cow?”
  “No,” he said, “We had to kill a plant!”
  Like all good Insta-grammers, the first thing I did was take a picture of the wrapped burger and posted it on social media.
  When I took the wrapping off, the “Impossible Burger” looked like any Whopper.
  Then, I bit into it, and have to admit it wasn’t bad. The “meat” has the same texture as meat.
  If you didn’t know in advance, you probably wouldn’t notice the difference.
  The bad news is it cost more than the regular Whopper. For some reason, I thought it would be cheaper, like I thought ethanol would lower the cost of gasoline.
  Those of my generation are well aware of a partially plant based hamburger. When we were in school, our hamburger patties were a 50-50 combo of meat and oatmeal. I loved them!
  Will I try the “Impossible Burger” again? Probably.
  Others specialty food items I’ve tried, like kangaroo, alligator, and chitterlings, I’ll never eat again on purpose.
  I’ll add to this list to the “try this” items my Daddy used to coax us to eat. Sometimes he told us what it was. Sometimes he didn’t.
  Many love sushi. I’m not one of those people. I don’t like cooked fish, so raw fish is not appetizing.
  I have eaten sushi three times in my life, however, and will try it again, if offered ... but I won’t like it!


  I wish someone could come up with some idea to stop the mass shootings.
  Gun control is not the answer. Hate will find a way to kill. Timothy McVey killed 167 people with fertilizer.
  I saw a meme: “Legal gun owners have 300 million guns and probably a trillion rounds of ammo. If we were the problem, you’d know it.”
  I don’t remember any mass shootings when I was growing up. Maybe they happened, but they didn’t get the publicity because there wasn’t massive instant press communication back then.
  As kids, we played with toy guns and shot each other. No big deal.
  We also came up in the “spare the rod, spoil the child” days. Most of us were not spoiled.
  Is there a correlation between less discipline, and less teaching of respect?
  I don’t think we can go back to the “good old days.”
  Our “Baby Boomers” were born right after World War II, and we were taught about the horrors of war. Most of us had relatives who died.
  Young people today can’t relate to that,  thank goodness.
  I looked up the fatality figures for World War II.
  Read this:
  “World War II fatality statistics vary, with estimates of total deaths ranging from 50 million to more than 80 million. The higher figure of over 80 million includes deaths from war-related disease and famine. Civilians killed totalled 50 to 55 million, including 19 to 28 million from war-related disease and famine.
  According to National World War II Museum of New Orleans the military deaths by country are as follows:
  Albania: 30,000; Australia: 39,800; Austria: 261,000; Belgium: 12,100; Brazil: 1,000; Bulgaria: 22,000; Canada: 45,400; China: 3-4,000,000; Czechoslovakia: 25,000; Denmark: 2,100; Ethiopia: 5,000; Finland: 95,000; France: 217,600; Germany: 5,533,000; Greece: 20,000-35,000; Hungary: 300,000; India: 87,000; Italy: 301,400; Japan: 2,120,000; Netherlands: 17,000; New Zealand: 11,900; Norway: 3,000; Philippines: 57,000; Poland: 240,000; Romania: 300,000; South Africa: 11,900; Soviet Union: 8,800,000-10,700,000; United Kingdom: 383,600; United States: 416,800; Yugoslavia: 446,000.”
  Nearly 40,000 people died of gun wounds last year, and 60 percent of those were suicides. Highway accidents also totaled 40,000.
  Both are too many,  but both only add up to 80 percent of American soldiers lost during a year in World War II.


  I saw this on  the Face-book page “1950s by Do You Remember?,” and it was written Robbie Story.
  This primarily for our older readers, but younger readers may learn from this.
  This is so good, I had to share:
  “Lost Words from our childhood: Mergatroyd!. Do you remember that word? Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd? Heavens to Mergatroyd!
  The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said “What the heck is a Jalopy?”
  He never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old. But not that old. Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle. So let’s illuminate some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.
  Phrases like: Don’t touch that dial, Carbon copy, You sound like a broken record, and Hung out to dry. Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker, to straighten up and fly right. Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley; and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!
  Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, “Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” Or, “This is a fine kettle of fish!”
  We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards. Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink, and they’re gone. Where have all those great phrases gone?
  Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fid-dlesticks! Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.
   It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has little liver pills. This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter’s Little Liver Pills are gone too!) We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times.
  For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory.
  It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging. Leaves us to wonder where Super-man will find a phone booth...
  See ya later, alligator! Oki-doki.”


  I was saddened at the passing of Marvin Bernstein, who had reached a re-markable 104 years of age.
  Read his obituary in today’s paper  to see the many accomplishments he had in his life.
  I met him when he was “only” 99,  and enjoyed talking with him.
  He was acitive until just recently, and will be greatly missed by all who knew him.