Smorgasbord
I’ve been using the word “smorgasbord” frequently as of late. I’m not exactly sure why.
The recent usage of the word has evoked the following memory:
When I was a kid my grandmother used to come visit us regularly. She’d drive her white Volvo almost two hours, and would sometimes even pick me up from Ms. Whitehurst’s house. One of the places we used to go to eat when she visited was an all-you-can-eat restaurant called Sir George’s Smorgasbord.
It’s just a kind of random memory, but it’s kinda cool because I really dug my grandmother. She was an impressive human being… despite the truck-sized faults. Obviously the reason I loved her so was that we were very alike… though I’ve never been as impressive and I like to label my truck-sized faults “personality.” 
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Perhaps it’s some sort of rule with grandparents, but I remember mine taking me to a similar smorgasbord called Duff’s in the Cleveland area many moons ago…
:hehe:
Dan,
In your smorgasbord of friends, how come I’m not listed?
Carol
ps We miss you!