Memories

 

When I was in college in 1969 (not 1869), one semester I lived in Holly Hall, so named because it was on Holly Ave.  My roommate and I would make a late-night run to Mr. Fifteen, a local short-order restaurant.  Dillard M. would order eggs and bacon just to see the waitress flip the eggs.  She didn’t use a turner; she just effortlessly tossed the eggs in the skillet without ever breaking the yolk.  Dillard would order the eggs and then settle onto his stool to wait for the show.  After the first side of the eggs cooked, the waitress flipped the eggs over.  The show lasted only one second, but for Dillard, it was worth the wait.  I don’t even think that he liked eggs that much, he was just amazed at how the waitress flipped the egg over so easily.  So … Friday morning, I was reminiscing, and I decided to try to flip the eggs over in my little skillet.  I cooked 2 slices of bacon leaving the grease for the eggs (no comments about cholesterol, please).  Then I cracked two eggs into the hot, greasy pan.  I swirled the eggs to keep them from sticking.  Then I picked up the pan, held it over the sink (just in case of a disaster), and flipped the eggs over just as pretty as you please!  But my victory lasted only a second, because when the eggs flipped over, a teaspoon of hot bacon grease splashed out onto my hand!  I still had to return the skillet to the stovetop before I could wipe off the hot grease.  I was happy and pained at the same time.  Those were wonderful days, but I didn’t even know it!  Proverbs 10:7, “The memory of the just is blessed …”  And I am blessed to have known so many wonderful people in my lifetime.  So, how about you?  Do you have a great memory of a dear friend?