That'll be the day..

Every once in a while I very much want to eat a char-broiled cheeseburger and crispy hot french fries and wash it all down with a butterscotch milkshake, all the while listening to Buddy Holly singing "That'll Be The Day" on a jukebox. I think this is because my first job ever, as a fresh-faced naive 16-year-old was at a place called The Malt Shop in St. Paul, MN.

I was a soda jerk. I wore a purple shirt with ice cream splattered across my chest and it was permanently encrusted there (from the machine we used to make the shakes and malts). I am pretty sure I wore black tennis shoes that would slip across the floor all day (or night) long, until we mopped it clean of ice cream drippings. The juke box probably had more than 5 songs on it, but for now, I will say it had 5. I still know all the words, almost 20 years later. I had some friends there, I don't remember their names. I had some enemies too. But I loved that music. And I loved, still do, a good char-broiled cheeseburger, fries and a shake. I just....never......eat....them.....anymore. Sigh. The sadness of changing metabolism and the growing commitment to eating healthy.