The Fruit’s Where It’s At

Years ago, let’s see, maybe 1981 or 1982 my family was at a restaurant for dinner.   I got done eating early and was restless and there happened to be a Pac-Man game in the bar section of the restaurant.   I went over to watch a boy who was playing, Pac-Man being the hottest thing around at the time.   He was pretty good at the game, getting all the way into the “keys” levels before I had to go.   I don’t remember much about the game other than him informing me, “the fruit’s where it’s at” every time the fruit collectable would come on the screen.

That saying has stuck with me and pops into my head every so often at odd times.    Today I was packing my son’s lunch for tomorrow and looked in the refrigerator.    We were completely out of fruit, and that’s uncommon for us.  I looked over to the fruit bowl and this is what I saw:

The total amount of fresh fruit we had in the house consisted of one lone apple.   And that’s unheard of for us.   And what phrase from decades ago popped into my head?   You guessed it.

The Big Boy Update:  My son has become interested in the makes and models of cars recently.   He recognizes some and is interested in learning more.   Mimi printed out a list of car logos and we talked about the ones he knew at dinner last night.   He was fond of Ferrari and Lamborghini.   We told him he must like fast cars because both of those certainly were.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter and husband fly to Detroit in the morning for a day trip to visit her retina surgeon, Dr. Trese.   We don’t even make a big to do about the trips any more to her.   They’re fairly routine.   My husband I think is getting ready to start packing his backpack—the only bag they’ll take—on the trip.