Happy Birthday

He is a hundred years old by common reckoning, way beyond his prime. Still he soldiers on, lifted and buffeted by the winds of various fortune. Some good. Some bad. Being so long in the tooth has given him an enhanced and different perspective, he thinks, as only age can.

Only in his dotage did his dreams bring him to this. His dreams and the government’s. The implanting of desire. Any and all desire, for the asking. The chip cost 57 credits and was yours to keep, implant and enjoy for as long as it lasted, typically a day, 24 hours.

A chips was the size and shape of a thumbnail, but flat black on one side, gleaming gold on the other, the contact surface. Pressed against the neck by the palm until the “rush” set in, the hard-coded story or  dream pumping through his cerebral cortex, vivid to his eyes.

Dreams of JFK. Searching back for a presumed more “innocent” time in history. But of course no time in history was ever truly innocent. Still it felt innocent to him and that’s all that mattered – 19 May 1962.

I don’t necessarily agree with everything said in this story from The Guardian, but it has the basic chronology right and that video is still striking today.

https://www.theguardian.com/film/2016/nov/03/happy-birthday-mr-president-the-story-of-marilyn-monroe-and-that-dress

And…

Like a bell calling across the waters.


 

Our life together is so precious together,

We have grown – we have grown,

Although our love is still special,

Let’s take our chance and fly away

Somewhere alone

 

It’s been so long since we took the time,

No-one’s to blame

My the time flies so quickly

But when I see you darling

It’s like we both are falling in love again

It’ll be just like starting over

Starting over

 

Every day we used to make it love,

Why can’t we be making love nice and easy

It’s time to spread our wings and fly

Don’t let another day go by my love

It’ll be just like starting over

Starting over

 

Why don’t we take off alone

Take a trip somewhere far, far away

We’ll be together all alone again

Like we used to in the early days

Well, well, darling,

 

It’s been so long since we took the time

No-one’s to blame

My the time flies so quickly

But when I see you darling

It’s like we both are falling in love again

It’ll be just like starting over

Starting over

 

Our life together

Is so precious together

We have grown – we have grown

Although our love

Is still special

Starting over

 

Let’s take a chance and fly away somewhere alone

Meatball Maddness

Sharp-eyed viewer may have noticed a particular lack of meatballs in my previous Meatball post. This was because… distracted. Huh. what?

And here they are! A day late but nary a dollar short.

The Best Meatballs

1 lb ground beef

½ lb ground veal

½ lb ground pork

2 cloves garlic, minced

2 eggs

1 cup freshly grated Romano cheese

1 ½ tbl chopped Italian flat leaf parsley

2 cups bread crumbs

1 cup olive oil

salt and pepper

1 ½ cups lukewarm water

Combine meat in large bowl. Add garlic, eggs, parsley, salt and pepper.

Blend in bread crumbs. Slowly add water ½ cup at a time. The mixture should be very moist but still hold its shape when rolled into meatballs.

Heat olive oil in skillet and fry meatballs in batches until very brown and slightly crisp. Remove from heat and drain.

I substituted lamb for veal and made a double recipe yielding three batches in the skillet as shown, approximately 3 dozen total meatballs!