Teach Your Children

When the pandemic started, we had Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young’s So Far in the Triumph’s CD player. A couple times in the last 3 years, we tried listening to something else, but it never took. While it is true that I listened to it a lot in college, this isn’t that. I don’t know why I can’t change the CD, but I can’t. Certainly, I don’t want a return to pandemic days, but something about those family drives kept me hanging on when the world dangled on a tenuous string, and that CD somehow seems a part of what kept me going. In the last few years, we’ve come so far, but not so far that I can let go of our family’s anthem.

We have had marvelous weekend weather for the past month, which means that we have been exploring all the beauty (and bounty in the form of remote eateries with smoked brisket or cheesesteak) on offer in our neck of the woods.

“Must have a code that you can live by.”

“The one they pick’s the one you’ll know by”

“Don’t you ever ask them why

If they told you, you would cry

So just look at them and sigh

And know they love you”

“And you, of tender years

Can’t know the fears your elders grew by

Help them with your youth

They seek the truth before they can die”

“Teach your parents well

Their children’s hell will slowly go by

And feed them on your dreams

The one they pick’s the one you’ll know by”

This week, we kept it simple. There is nothing more perfect than a BLT during peak tomato season. Sure, we could get fancy, and add avocado, or egg, or cheese, or salmon. Don’t get me wrong, we love those things, but a good BLT needs no special adornment. Of course, you must teach your children how to make a proper BLT.