Just a Little Taste

Here's a pinch of what's brewing in my work-in-progress stew:

I received a shot of Benadryl in an emergency room many years ago, due to an allergic response to a member of the -cillin family. The last thing I remember, I sat down on the passenger seat of the red Ford Escort, and my head toppled out. It felt like a balloon, but without the helium. It didn't want to float. It wanted to roll down my right shoulder, pause for dramatic effect at my elbow, which was hanging out the car window, shout, "Look at MEEEE, everybody!" and then execute a swan dive (as good a swan dive as a balloon head with no arms or legs could execute), and skim like a skipping stone along the weedy U. S. Highway 60 right-of-way that the MODOT crews had neglected to mow. Benadryl was not my friend.

If that makes you hungry for more, stick around. I plan to post a little taste every week. If it doesn't please your palate, then perhaps something along the sidebar will stimulate your taste buds.

Bon appetit!