Hyperborean Wanderer was four years old, and Humbordt was just shy of three. They were glad to get out of the car and run around a little. We sat down with our chicken and enjoyed the air conditioning. Central California is no match for Arizona in Summer, but it is no slouch, either. We picked up our trash and crumbs and dumped it all in the can as we headed for the door. There was a big poster of Colonel Sanders right by the door. HBW looked up at the poster and waved and said, "Good-bye, Ho-Hum."

I guess I better explain it for those of you who are too young to remember (Or in some cases, too old to remember) the advertising slogans of the middle seventies. Rodney Allen Rippey was eating his "Jumbajack", we were all singing about "two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun" (or something like that), Burger King was selling it "our way", and every kid in town could spell bologna because of Oscar Mayer. The summer's campaign for KFC told us to say good-bye to ho hum...have some chicken. There must be some message here about the power TV ads wield on the smaller folks in our society, how they accept things at face value and beieve what the TV says. You can explore that aspect of it in comments if you wish. For me it is just one of the happy memories I keep close to me, precious time shared with my little people. I look at that boy now and am amazed that he was ever that little.