Enjoy Every Sandwich

“Enjoy every sandwich”… Warren Zevon.


These words were spoken by Warren on his last visit to Late Night with David Letterman. He was the only guest that evening, to date still the only time that has ever happened. It was his last televised spot well after he had been diagnosed with terminal mesothelioma and been given very little time left on this earth.



I remember it very explicitly.

I was in row 2.

Today I am still in PA on my adventure and let me tell you about the sandwich. It is roast beef, pepper jack cheese, horseradish sauce, lettuce, pickles, and a touch of bbq sauce on wheat bread.

This is EXACTLY why I am such a fan of Wawa. To all of you that have never had the pleasure to experience the greatest “quick-e” mart on the planet, I feel sad for you. I can’t even go into explaining all the options on the menu.

I, like the rest of the country, have had more than enough of automated phone services. You know, press 1 for Spanish, press 4 for account balance, and enter your ten digit phone number followed by your birth date, social security number and tag number. (Am I the only one that screws it up on the last of the 32 digits and has to start over?)

BUT…

I have found a home for this service. That home is Wawa! Each and every Wawa has a touch screen to build the perfect sandwich. It’s also used for ordering other things such as hot foods, breakfast sandwiches and deli, but it was MADE for constructing sandwiches. There’s no pimply-faced moron with piercings and ipod cords to deal with…there’s just you and your options. EVERYTHING is an option. You have your choice of meats, cheese types, toppings (including roasted red peppers), salt, pepper, grated parmesan, oregano, mustard, ketchup, etc. Toasted yes or no? Extra cheese? Bacon? It’s as close as you can get to having your own personal chef. The printer next to the screen spits out a ticket that you can take to the cashier while your creation is being assembled. I used the time to get my beverage….

AH… my beverage…

I of course bought the half gallon of tea…mandatory.

Let me tell you about beverage number two.

44oz.

Yes…44 wonderful ounces.
Iced Mocha Mint Coffee. 44oz. of iced delicious energy in a plastic cup.

Back to the adventure.

I have to say things have gotten substantially less comical without the caked crusader with me. I’m a third of the man I used to be! I can feel my maturity level rising and I don’t like it at all! I know the ‘Box misses me too. We are burning up the text wire.


He and Damsel are working on our next installment of the Death Pool (Dancing with the Worms or Making the Grave?) We’ve taken to running a pool every six months. You pick 5 celebrities who you think will die in the next 6 months. We all chip in, most deaths wins. Let me know if you want in…you have until Friday! I done picked mine already. Ironically I did pick Ted Kennedy in the last pool but I’m not picking him in this one because I’m pretty sure he’ll live for the next 6 months and I’ve given up on Amy Winehouse because I’m pretty sure she’s indestructible. Patrick Swayze has pancreatic cancer but has started filming a series so I think he will make 6 months as well. I do have some sneaky picks up my sleeve! Honestly how is Don Rickles still alive, let alone Abe Vigoda?

Today’s weather is 97 degrees and makes me miss home. WonderTwin, Momma, and Nipper have returned safely to God’s Waiting Room (FL) and I can’t be away from the lil princess long or my warning light begins to beep.

This is for her.

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My temporary roomies are keeping me busy, and I love every minute of it. They are good for my soul. They are busy “beavers” who are never without a project or an idea. They run circles around me and make me realize just how lazy I truly am.

I’m okay with it though.

This blog is really just to keep y’all interested. The next one will come early next week. We are planning a FULL weekend. There’s a barcrawl planned for Friday afternoon and I’m headed to the Philadelphia Soul game on Saturday which just might spill into the parking lot party at the Buffett concert next door. Sunday will include some grilling for various Dads and there is much to do between now and then. There is a class to finish, some resume rewriting, ceiling fans to install, and a grill to renovate.


My camera will be accompanying me on the trip as I’m extremely upset at myself for not taking it with me last weekend. I missed some beautiful photo ops to show y’all where I was born and what the Amish life entails. I could have included pictures of my aunt whose birthday was the reason for the mecca to Amishland. I had a beautiful picture of 8 of the biggest plow horses being led down the road by a single Amishman. It needed smell-o-vision.


I want to include the newest Superhero in the blog. I’m calling her Breezy (I’m not tied to it though). She’s kinda hippy, kinda dippy… a breath of fresh air and a strong breeze could blow her over... She’s slightly airheaded. She’s my partner in terrorism (carbombing). ‘Box loves her too. Her kids have Mohawks for the summer and she gets the jokes.


This is from her.


Welcome Breezy!

I have to finish with a big “I miss you” to Damsel and the GNO gals. In my mind I’m sitting at Coral Rock today laughing about not so innocent Jill breaking my poor nipper’s piglet’s leg and missing pool diva’s smile. I can’t wait to see them all again…someone owes me a bunch of birthday kisses. I’m missing Damsel’s sense of humor having a nice warm flat beer waiting for me (just the way I like it). I miss the themed jukebox nights and sleeving beers while dreaming of our own taproom...and yes…oh yes… I’m missing the sidekick.

Is that smell gone from the truck Mr. Appleseed?

Save me the spot in the horseshoe…I’ll be home soon (I guess?)

In the meantime, enjoy that sandwich…I am.