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| [a] Golden RF |
I enjoyed my little nostalgic amble down memory lane (aka Keyes Avenue and Randall School) yesterday. I followed the Candyland trail of refined sugars all of the way to my childhood prey, the Hostess Twinkie, and prepared to say goodbye. We have spent four decades apart, in any case, but I knew that the Twinkie had moved on to other relationships, other waistlines, and other generations.
I said my goodbyes, and prepared to live in peace in a post-Hostess world.
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| [b] Sayōnara RF |
And then, rising from the ashes, the Twoenix ascends. The Twinkie may not be dead quite yet. Talks have reopened, and the Gods of Glucose are smiling down upon sponge cakes again.
This is good news for labor, and may repair a bit of the one-sided portrait in the news recently. Much coverage attributed the company's failure to one side. I'll leave it at that. I am happy for the whole workforce...even hopeful.
As for American health, well, I still lean warily toward Michael Bloomberg. We could do without the Twinkie in our lives, although I would rather have the marketplace take care of it than legislation. I sincerely cheer for jobs, but I wouldn't mind seeking those little mini-loafs go the way of the hardtack cracker (although the latter are a lot more healthy, relatively speaking).
Deep memories—not all good, by any means—but gone.
It has been said that Hostess Twinkies could survive nuclear destruction.
I am beginning to think that this just might be true.
This is one of three posts in a brief series: Twinkies 1 Twinkies 2 Twinkies 3
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| [c] Conundrum RF |
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