Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband read me an article in the paper this morning about a black bear who broke into a freezer outside of a man's house.  It was filled with venison, pork and  slabs of beef.  When the man walked outside he saw a stack of sticks near the shed where the freezer with the meat in it.  Curious, he opened the shed and freezer and looked inside to find all the meat still inside.  The bear had selected huge packages of corn dogs, carefully unwrapped each from the plastic, and after sucking off the corn dogs, methodically arranged the sticks in a pile.  Even bears in our culture go for the junk food rather than the pure protein!
I like that bear.  Corn is one of my favorite foods and it was my mother's as well.  Popcorn, corn on the cob, cornbread, corn salsa, you name it, my mother gorged on it.  My father used to drive to the nearby movie theater and pick up and bring back a big bag of popcorn for her.  Now if that's not love I don't know what is.  Popcorn is my dessert of choice, and today I'm going to see the documentary on Maria Callas, and a popcorn bag will be my companion.