Tag: Signs

The Scream

Just Mom's Ice Cream Poster
Just Mom’s Ice Cream Poster

I could have screamed, you could have screamed, we all could have screamed but Mom’s is closed for the season.

Update: Not only is Just Mom’s not closed for the season but I found out they serve homemade ice cream as well as a full menu of appetizers, lunch and dinner.

Kaytlyn D. of Douglassville, P.A. gave the place a five star review and said: “Excellent food. Excellent service. New addition is beautiful and clean. All hoagies/sandwiches and pastas are better than most in restaurants in the area. If you’re lucky enough to get Tarkus behind the bar, ask for a dirty martini.”

I’d ask for a dozen dirty martinis but I quit drinking about fifteen years ago. What about the ice cream Kaytlyn?

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Anything that is Hot and / or Cold

Fear of Flying

Danger?
Danger?

“Fear is not real. The only place that fear can exist is in our thoughts of the future. It is a product of our imagination, causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever exist. That is near insanity. Do not misunderstand me, danger is very real but fear is a choice.” Cypher Raige

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Signs of any kind

You Are What You Eat

Fancy feast
Fancy feast

Ernest Becker, the quintessential optimist and sometimes life of the party had a thing about worms. It’s possible that he was also an avid fisherman or gardener, although there was no mention of that in his biography.

One of my favorite of his worm quotes is from a book he wrote that won the Pulitzer Prize back in 1974:

“What does it mean to be a self-conscious animal? The idea is ludicrous, if it is not monstrous. It means to know that one is food for worms. This is the terror: to have emerged from nothing, to have a name, consciousness of self, deep inner feelings, an excruciating inner yearning for life and self-expression and with all this yet to die. It seems like a hoax, which is why one type of cultural man rebels openly against the idea of God. What kind of deity would create such a complex and fancy worm food?”

Reflecting on this has got me through many hours at the lake when the trout weren’t biting. But I think David Gerrold said the same thing in a better way: “Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order.”

Food for thought.