In my last post I talked about something old that was made new again. I dont think we can do that with this. One might say it is beyond help. It remains however potentially ready to leap into it’s previous state of noteriety. 27 years ago at Christmas, although an Easter style candy. this piece found it’s way into our stockings that hung neatly around here and there. For many years thereafter I was asked “Ist that still here?” or “When are you going to eat that Dad?” It sat on my night stand. I suspect it has been forgotten now.
It now rests on the top shelf of the credenza over my computer.
Long live the “Wonder Egg.”
Dad… I want you to eat that damn egg already. Its killing me. I’ve been thinking about that egg for so many years it has become an obsession. I’m sure its nasty, but take one for the team.