Man...I've Missed Slapfish

My wife and I found ourselves in the town where I lived for half a century today. We were passing through and decided to stop for lunch. "Where should we eat?" I asked.

"Slapfish," my wife said.

Bingo.

It's been years since we visited the restaurant. Back when we lived a few miles from the restaurant, we didn't eat there every week, or every month, but it was a reliable go-to place for us. What we especially liked was we could order one meal and split it between the both of us. Good food and cheap as well. And the fact that seafood is one of my wife's favorite foods only adds to our love of the place.

Today, we bought one meal and split it. The photo is actually half of their fish and chips serving.

As we drove through Davis County, we discussed things we missed about our old stomping grounds. One thing we missed was good restaurants. It's not that the restaurants where we now live are bad, there just isn't many of them. 

We do not miss the traffic.

As we ate we wished they would build a Snapfish restaurant somewhere north. Ogden is acceptable, but Logan would be great. Maybe one day it will happen.

Time will tell. 

Can't Escape Organized Choirs...They're Everywhere

 There's a lot of things I miss. I miss them for different reasons. Many of the things I miss came about because I've gotten older...being in shape, fitting in my clothes, not having body parts ache, my hair. There's other things I miss, though I don't know I'd like them if I had them now as much as I think I would. Prime example...my first car, the 1965 green Volkswagen beetle. I'd probably curse that car more than I would praise it if I owned it today.

The car, along with my hair, are gone and not coming back. Then there are things I miss because of our move. I miss doing plays and having so many opportunities to perform for others. Yes, there are theaters up here--not as many, but some. 

One thing I've missed, be it where we used to live or where we live now, is singing. In college I sang everyday. Even after graduating, I was involved in a choir for a few years, then other choirs here and there. Because of the pandemic, singing stopped, even at church. That was tough. No choirs were meeting, no concerts being given. There's a void of life without music and for those who sing, the void is bigger, deeper, darker.

Last Sunday, I was leaving our services and I noticed a poster advertising a Christmas Concert. I was so happy not only to see that they had an organized choir in our area, but that they were putting on shows. Even though I'm not a part of the group, it made me feel good that others have resumed doing something they love.

I haven't lived in many areas, so I don't know if everyone has organized choirs, but I do know that even at the top of Utah, we've got one. And I'm glad we do.