DATE: 09-Dec-2018 (updated 13-Dec-18)
TO: Conscious Mind #6789433218
You're walking passed Tenuta's in Kenosha, WI. Your mouth is watering. You're thinking of what's inside. That place, stocked with delicious savories and sweets, always tugged at an uncle's interest, too. The uncle's gone but the Italian deli and market is still there. You could grab some sliced meat and peppers and olives and some bread and hangout near the museum. Not today, obviously... it's too fucking cold to hang around outdoors and have a picnic in Kenosha today, but maybe this Spring—when it gets warm. (So that means May, maybe.) Yes, in the Spring. Your Cuz could pop on down the road, and bring a Kringle from Racine. (You'll ask him to bring two—we both know that.) And with memory sparked he could relive former days in Kenosha as the two of you revisit his old haunts. And, of course, his dad, your uncle, would be there too. Somewhere inside both of you. And in that spirit that old man might again enjoy the taste of that old Italian market.
Seasonal PSA: It's December, the time of year when I make French toast using Panettone. (If you cannot fathom such a delicious, delicious, delicious thing then I am unable to make room for you in my life.)
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Author's Note: I busk online, for tips and grins. Tipping is always appreciated. Here's where you can. Thanks!