Someone told me the other day that I am the kind of person people write books about. There is no doubt there have been times, especially in Port Aransas, in which I can see that. I have this lingering wonder what the name of my book would be called. "Blind Date" is what keeps coming to mind. Why? In 1984 I read a book, from the late 70s called Blind Date. The book was about a Russian who immigrated to the United States. The things that stood out in that book were the wild shifts in the main character's life, just like mine. A friend from Russia eventually makes it to New York and invites him to his humble little studio apartment for dinner. Our main character notices that the recipe has an odd taste and inquires about what is in it. "I found the Smiling Dog brand canned meat at the grocery store just like they have back home in Russia," says the host proudly. In the 1970s there was a brand of canned dog food called Strongheart, which featured a german...
A Journey of Life and Tastes