Sublime to ridiculous
I must pay tribute to a wonderful man. He was a veteran of World War II. His story of that experience was better than any I read in the many published books I read describing that event. Not only that, he was a talented artist. If you ever visit Corpus Christi, Texas, I want you to take a tour of the Children's Hospital. There you will see the beautiful murals of children's stories painted on the walls by Fred Orchard. He was the father of seven, one of which was my granddaughter-in-law, Pamela Burk. I'm sure he is now splashing lovely scenes on the portals of heaven.
Going from the sublime to the ridiculous: I saw where some restaurants in New York were not putting Heinz Tomato Ketchup on the tables so not to insult the Republican visitors during the Republican National Convention. You see, John Kerry's wife, Teresa Heinz, is the wealthy heir of the Heinz Company. My uncle Sam once owned a neighborhood grocery store in Wichita and he sold Heinz products. When he celebrated 57 years in that business, the Heinz Company sent him a complete supply of their 57 varieties. Do you remember that slogan? I was very impressed, as you see I still remember it. In fact I just looked in my refrigerator and there was a bottle of Heinz Tomato Ketchup right there on the shelf. I like to dip my french fries in ketchup but want mustard on my hamburgers. How about you?
— NORMA HANNAFORD
