I have always liked popcorn. Last Saturday night I sat down and watched an old movie that just screamed out to me, "Make some popcorn!". Popcorn I knew, would complete the experience of a grainy old movie on a Saturday evening. Despite the fact that the older I get the less it agrees with me, that it gets stuck in the ever widening gaps between my teeth, and wreaks havoc to my bowels, I wanted some popcorn. I could have gone into the kitchen and thrown one of those bags of overly salted, trans fat laden popcorn into the microwave, but I didn't. Stuffed back in a drawer I found a jar of unadulterated, un-popped, popcorn. The old fashioned kind. When we were kids my mom used to let us make our own popcorn on the stove. We would melt enough Crisco in a heavy, beat up old pan, to cover the bottom, pour in the kernels of corn on top of that, and turn up the flame full blast. In a few minutes the popping would start. You would have to keep shaking the pan so that the popped kernels wouldn't burn, and hold on to the cover so that it wouldn't fall off when the fluffy stuff started pushing it up. The aroma would fill the house letting everyone know it was popcorn time. Believe it or not, it still works. I put some oil in one of Mark's expensive gourmet pans, added the corn kernels, and in a few minutes we had fresh popcorn, low in salt, without any trans fats.
Looking down into that pan, seeing those corn kernels laying in there, brought back another childhood memory. On a warm summer afternoon, in a large tent, in the middle of the town festival, in a park not far from our house, sat my mom playing bingo. Spread out in front of my mom were her bingo cards, and a pile of corn kernels that were used to mark the numbers. Watching all this was my sister Peggy and me. To this day I still don't understand what made her do it, but Peggy reached up to the table, grabbed a corn kernel, and stuck it in her ear. About an hour later, in Doctor Cantwell's office, the offending kernel was extracted from Peggy's ear. I'm sure she will correct me of any erroneous facts that I may have related, but I'm pretty sure it happened just that way. After all, I am known for my unimpeachable memory.