Indignant For Dad

Hey Pops, how are you today?

I haven't written in a while; sorry about that. But an event has sprung up which, I find, infuriates me on your behalf, and reminds me to write.

You remember the Choco Taco ice cream treat from Klondike? The one you loved so much? Well, they've gone and discontinued it. You can't get them anymore. It's all here: Choco Taco gone

Can you believe that? I always thought they were quite popular. Now: poof, no longer available.

I know you're not indignant about it from where you are. You can't be, and that's how it is. How it should be. So I'll be indignant for you here on Earth. That won't hurt my chances in Eternity too much, will it?

Until next time,

Marty 

Malted at Comerica Park

My attendance at this past Sunday's Detroit Tigers baseball game was fortuitous. Certainly not because of the Tigers, of course. They lost 8-1, having appeared to have mailed in their performance quite frankly. Yet something good came from the day just the same: I discovered that Comerica has again began offering chocolate malt cups.

My family and I loved them at old Tiger Stadium, those initially rock solid six ounce cups of some sort of chocolate ice cream. They used to come with stout wooden sticks, and the malt was so hard that the first several helpings were shavings rather than scoops of chocolate. I get that, though. The contents had to be super cold to withstand the stadium sales process on hot summer days. Sunday we were given plastic spoons. But the result was the same. And it came with a wonderful nostalgia.

I loved the taste and, truthfully, the fact that it does take awhile to consume a malt cup. Hot dogs are gone in ninety seconds, nachos in mere minutes. Malt cups lasted a couple of innings, matching the treat nicely with the properly laid back nature of baseball. Sure, they're up to five bucks now where they were two the last time we found them more than ten years ago. But I was so excited that I immediately texted the news to my family.

Why not? Given that the one I just purchased was frozen more solid than Antarctica, I knew I had time. And I know now that it'll get them to the ballpark with me.

Change? Why?

I see no point in changing anything just to change. It borders on senseless, quite frankly, and is arguably childish.

There's nothing wrong with change per se either, I'll concede. Still, that being the case, why do it at all? is a fair question to ask.

Expand your horizons, perhaps? Well, what if the horizon isn't all that clear? Besides, it becomes fair to ask in answer to that, what's wrong with I'm doing now? I realize that either question calls for a certain amount of extrapolation, as it's ultimately all in the details. But remember the question is, why change simply to change?

When we took the kids out for ice cream I almost always got black cherry. Why? Because I like it. Why try something new when you can get what you know you like?

Am I being obstinate? Perhaps; but aren't you being equally obstinate in ordering me to change? I mean, what's it to you? It's not like I'm doing anything immoral (on the ice cream question, of course). Further, as I have the right in that sphere to order what I want, what argument can you possibly have against me?

It might be nice to change. Okay, but it might be nice to get what I want too. It's almost a moral wash; wait, no it isn't. It's my right to do what I want among legitimate moral choices. What you think I should do merits nothing for your position. It's only you being bossy.

Maybe I should have labeled this becoming a curmudgeon to the nth degreee. But so be it. Leave me alone where I've the right be left alone; that's all I ask.