Wordless Chorus, listen to it. Awesome song.
Sauerkraut. Awesome food. Nothing better than a chedder brat with sauerkraut, except perhaps a good beer brat. I’ve always liked it, kraut, the perfect condiment for such a food.
I remember trying to make a point of how much I liked it at one point in time. At that moment, to me, it was a source of identification as a Wisconsin resident and as an American of the North.
Somebody said to my friends and I as we walked the streets of La Crosse ‘Welcome to the Great White North’… well thanks but I have been here for a while. South-East, granted, butttt still.
I spent extensive time (in my view) at my cabin in the Northern Woods, so, I’ll be sure to welcome that gent up there as well if he doesn’t already have a cabin.
Anyhow, back to the Sauerkraut. Yes, I found it as a way to identify as American and I was pretty proud that I was such a fan. That was short lived. I still enjoy it, but it is just a bomb condiment to me now.
I can’t describe how I felt though, it was a naive attempt to find some identification. Do I identify as the foods I like? I love food from all over, so shall I identify as a citizen of the world? Build more ego or let it go; ought I simply identify as Franklin? I will for now.
For now. We’ll see what happens.
E-mail came from the adoption agency, awesome. I gotta call the American office tomorrow. Turns out it is located in Appleton, that is where my Aunt and Uncle live. Awesome place. Can’t wait to see what is next.