The time machine surprised me this time.
I was making a sandwich for lunch the other day and saw it sitting there, looking just like the bottle of Thousand Island dressing in the fridge.
It reminded me of a young boy and his uncle, who was making him a sandwich.
“Ham or bologna?”
“Thousand or mustard?”
Uncle’s hand in the plastic bag of bread, “Two slices or three?”
Eyeballs of young nephew got real big…
“You can have three slices?”
“Okay,” (feeling like a king) “Three slices then…”
A certain uncle made two of the biggest sandwiches that nephew had ever seen, with relish, and lettuce and all that is good in sandwiches. And he made one for himself, and one for the nephew.
And they both sat on the porch had a most wonderful lunch, I still remember, to this day.