Mangiare e Bene-

We sit down at the table, pass around the basket of bread.

Our menu in our hands, ordering we do dread.

Pasta, pasta everywhere, but not a drop to eat.

We love to see our peeps, we eat and then repeat -AGAIN?

With some laps around the clubhouse pool.

And a walk around the lake.

Another fettuccine bolognese we really cannot take.

Our pants are getting tighter, as the buttons they do pop.

And then we order dessert and pull out all the stops.

Four forks around the key lime.

Or a spoon for creme brûlée.

A holy moley to the cannoli.

Decaf cappuccino on the side.

We glance into the mirror, as it really tells no lies.

Our girlish, curvy figure, so very far away.

When we get up in the morning we start a brand new day.

A scoop of some plain yogurt- add a banana to the bowl.

We have yet to stand on the scale.

The Veal Milanese has taken its toll.

As we dress for one more table and another group of friends.

The caring and conversation we trust will never end.

If we eliminate the bread, skip the pasta page indeed.

Perhaps some broiled salmon, is exactly what we need.

Have a great Sunday-

Finding Nemo- coming soon to a theater near you -On Demand.

You had us at Fish Tanks. Our early fascination with the fish tank in the dentist’s office was only surpassed by the candy dish at the reception desk.

Are dentists cavity enablers? Have a cleaning and a lollipop? Please fact check Herbie Frankel.

On to our fascination with Nemo.

The Daddy, son, divers, water adventures and scary lost moments all in one. The adventure story is about Nemo (who is limited by his foreshortened fin) proving his independence and breaking away from his school of fish family.

Fast forward to the part where Marlin (daddy) and Nemo(son) are reunited. The audible sighs, at that split second, echoes in our minds. Ah! You can always find your way back home.

A spin on the primordial announcements over the P.A. system in E.J. Korvettes, the all purpose store of our youth. It went something like this. “Attention shoppers, we have Freddy here please come claim your child.

This mimics the relief we felt as Marlin’s journey to rescue his son is realized. Anything short of “those” people who strapped a pet like leash to their kids waists and led them around – the real nightmare.

So during these Ten Days of Repentance, we’ll engage our early childhood days in another euphoric recall moment.

The Howdy Doody(not bathroom language) days. How about Bozo the Clown and the Captain Kangaroo shows- what was really in the Captain’s oversized pockets? How many times did we ask our parents- is the dummy really talking as we watched Jerry Mahoney upon Paul Winchell’s knee. Who was really the dummy? Knucklehead Smiff love that name still. The only one not fascinated by Charlie McCarthy was undoubtedly Candice Bergen. We’d be remiss in not recalling Pachalafaka- hello Soupy Sales- prototype for the freak. We learned early on through Bud Collyer how difficult it is to Beat the Clock.

So as we “fall” ahead with no falling back excuses we relish welcoming a new Life chapter.

Hit it Barry Manilow. “ We’re going hoppin, we’re going hoppin today, where things are popping the Philadelphia Way. We’re gonna drop in on all the music they play on the Bandstand (Bandstand. )

Remember Dick Clark’s legacy lives on in perpetuity. Make it a great Saturday.