Breakfasts past

(1993 July)

Ron has put kerosene in Daddy's alarm clock [to fix it] - the one that roused me at 6:30 so many days. I would dash in the bathroom and then to the kitchen and get his breakfast. His breakfast was glass of orange juice, toast soft, egg just right, and ended with cornflakes. If I were very sick, he would skip the whole thing except the orange juice and go to Louie's Grill and probably liked it better than my cooking and the Milwaukee Sentinal every morning. O ye days of long ago.