I let it go

I ate a small bag of Bugles Friday at work. And they were surprising good. About twenty years ago when I lived at Cherry Hills, I discovered Bugles. I bought them quite a bit. I even taught little Jared how to put them on his fingers before he popped them into his mouth. And then I was evacuated (not evicted) from Cherry Hills one cold rainy July day. The roof of my building was being replaced and wham bam it leaked.   I quit drinking herbal tea, cold cereal and Bugles. Those were foods that I associated with a sad time in my life. Eventually, I learned to eat cold cereal again and the tea, well let's say I'm still working that. I just won't drink Celestial Seasoning or whatever brand I drank twenty years ago. But Friday on break, I saw a bag of Bugles and I thought why not. So bought them and took them back to my work station. Before the bag was gone, I took a picture of the bag and texted it to Jared, now a return missionary. He needed to know that I let go of that association. Maybe if he slows down, he will show his nephews or nieces how to eat Bugles the right way.

Or maybe Jared will share some with his younger sister when she comes home from her mission. She seems to be liking the Bugles that I bought.