Monday, April 26, 2010

A trip down Memory Lane

I-80 = Memory Lane. WHO KNEW? But all those drives to CA came roaring back to me . . . and in surprising, happy ways. For instance, I remembered the first place I ever ate breaded shrimp was in Winnemucca. So I made Ken pull over and treat me to dinner in a casino coffee shop where dude! I had breaded shrimp!

I also remembered that Winnemucca was the home of America's First Magic Toilets. At least according to our dad. One of the places we used to stop had foot flushers (which we failed to notice), so whenever Dad gave those toilets the verbal command to flush, they did! Because he secretly stepped on the foot flusher! And his children were too stupid to notice!

The Open House was grand. I nearly overdosed on cakes. Overdosing on cakes isn't a bad way to get out of this life, though, all things considered.


wjmom said...

When I was a kid, our car ALWAYS broke down in Winnemucca. So a few years ago we (my parents, all of my siblings, and our spouses) decided to go to Winnemucca and stay there ON PURPOSE. It is now one of my favorite places in the whole world.

Even though it is a close runner-up for the armpit of the world.

Your (obviously) High-Class Friend

LucindaF said...

Magic Toilets?! That must've been awesome to believe in. Let alone thinking your dad was better than Superman. Cuz I never saw that guy make a toilet flush without a handle. Whimpy Superman.

When I eat breaded shrimp, I take off the bread so I can eat more shrimp. Cuz I'm a genius.

Lisa B. said...

Nevada is suffused with the olfactory essence de shrimp for me. Shrimp cocktail, in particular. I almost never have one anymore--which, this must be rectified!--but to me that was glamor and sophistication all rolled into one shrimpy goblet of glory.

Wow, must eat shrimp cocktail, stat. I will have to make do with one in Tha SLC, because I am *not* driving to Nevada. Not today.

Louise Plummer said...

Don't you love saying Winnemucca? Winnemucca. Winnemucca. It has a dirty ring to it.

A cake overdose is my idea of heaven.

Amy said...

Dude. The world needs more magic toilets. And magic fathers.

Let's here it for Winnemucca!

Donna Tagliaferri said...

I forgot to tell you I love breaded shrimp...we called it fried shrimp. We fried everything, usually in bacon fat. Life used to be good. Thanks for reading my blog...