As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection.
A thick slab of ham, a fresh bun,
crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, gourmet mustard. The
corners of my jaw ached in anticipation. I carried it to the picnic table
our backyard, picked it up with both hands but was stopped by my wife
suddenly at my side. “Hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my
sandwich,” she said.
I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was
again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my
I love mustard. I had no napkin. I licked it off. It was not
No man ever put a baby down faster. It was the first and only time
have sprinted with my tongue protruding. With a washcloth in each hand, I
did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do, only I did it on my
Later my wife said, “Now you know why they call that mustard
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Gary has been a writer/ photographer for over 20 years, specializing in nature,landscapes and studying native cultures.Besides visiting most of the United States, he has traveled to such places as Egypt,the Canary Islands,much of the Caribbean. He has studied the Mayan Cultures in Central America, and the Australian Aboriginal way of life.Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in many different parts of the world!
He has published several books about the various cultures he has observed.
For more information and a link to his hard cover and Ebooks,and contact information: please check his website.www.commonsensejourneys.com
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