Waiting for the rumbling sound of his fathers

Waiting for the rumbling sound of his fathers truck as if it had a stomach on empty, he sat impatiently on the steps. Up and down went his little bottom, then there was a ring.

He answered the phone only to hear a deep voice yell, "GET OUT OF MY TRUCK!" Who was that? This was my father's truck and he was sitting next to me. I wonder whose voice

was used for Darth Vader in Star Wars. Then I remembered that my father was sitting next to me. So I said, "Father, you know, I think I sense there is still some good in you."

"That shows how dumb you are. Now give me back the damn remote." I handed the remote to my dad & stared as he flipped to Food Network. God, that man was fascinated with fried food.

Our DVR had on 52 hours of "Diners, Dives and Drive-ins." My Dad would fast forward until he saw a fry basket and then hit pause. Since Mom is a vegan, I worry about them.

But ya know what they say about how opposites attract, right? Yeah, that's my parents.So when they decided to open their own restaurant called "Steak-n-Vegan" out by the interstate

I knew it was destined for financial disaster. It didn't matter that I had an MBA or that I was the CEO of a fortune 500 company, my parents refused to listen. Steak-n-Vegan close

the decaying soylent green factory. That era was past and a new one was red dawning. I licked my lips as another I-beam fell into the gaping maw of old freezers. Food industry cha

-tter had it that the factories and assembly lines of the 20th Century would soon be nothing more than the stuff of urban myths and legends. What a glorious day that would be.