Stems. And Tourists. And Junk.

 I don't usually wander around during Tulip Time (or, like this year, "Stem Fest"). As someone that grew up in Holland, was part of the parade through St. Francis de Sales for years, and as someone that generally doesn't go for things with large groups of people--I've been pretty burned out on the whole idea since, probably, the end of middle school.

I love junk food, however. I'm Midwesterner through and through.

Handyman

When I was still little, my father would carry me around on his shoulders every time we went to the grocery store. I was always happy, sitting above everyone else--up high, chewing gum, and happy.

He would ask me, "Are you still chewing your gum?"
"Yes," I would say. If I wasn't, I had swallowed it.

I was that kind of little.

One day at the grocery store, he asked me "Are you still chewing your gum?"

"No," I replied.