I had a more-secular-than-I work colleague ask me the
other day if it were just him or did I, too, notice more TV ads for Fish-Macs and the like at fast-food restaurants. I always enjoy the
opportunity to explain various nuances of the liturgical calendar
to heathens (kidding, Dave; actually, not so much), since I am so eminently
qualified to do so.
I smile now thinking back to his furrowed brow and then
the “Eureka!” look that crossed his face as I explained Lent and its impact on
food sales. I was tempted, but didn’t, to ask if he just thought the folks who
marketed singing fish got together at some point every late winter to push
their product. It might have better explained that 55 gallon drum of tartar
sauce I fear he has in the garage.
I am flattered (I think) that he asked me and will
pretend it’s because he believed I looked like someone who knows many and
varied things as opposed to some kind of a diz-buster who’s up on all the loopy
stuff in the universe (from a distance they look very much alike).
I was more of a fish sticks or macaroni and cheese for
Friday dinners kind of kid this time of year in accordance with our family’s
religious traditions. In more recent decades, I’ve abstained from abstinence
with not always salubrious effects, but if you don’t walk on the wild or mild
side, what’s the point.
I will for future reference always emphasize my
mac-and-cheese history sort of as a get out of jail free
card especially if Mega Piranha ever really exist. I found a film clip of a movie
I suspect that was adapted for the screen by putting it on a piece of wood and
banging a few holes in it and probably filmed on VHS as well as directly released to
that format.
Barry Williams, you have some ‘splainin’ to do.
-bill kenny
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