Last March, high-school friend and college roommate Jim Graham and wife Susie were driving from San Francisco south on a West Coast tour, and dropped in for breakfast. Chef moi whipped up my signature oeufs scrambled with spinach and feta.

Jim, noting my recent difficulties, posted the following:

“Tell me this latest change wasn’t the spec that you first saw when Susie and I came for your famous Feta/Spinach scrambled eggs last March? We have recreated that dish about 20 times since we saw you. Just love it.”

Probably, Jim, after 20 plates of my famous eggs, you’ve noticed that your mind can once again grab those oh-so-apropos words and phrases that had previously been hard to come by, and when you see old acquaintances, their names (and their childrens’ names) click sharply into mind like a cartridge slamming home in a carbine. Doubtless you’re getting up earlier, jogging farther and working longer hours, all without breaking a sweat.

Have the offers of speaking engagements become something of a nuisance, along with the local Party’s constant admonitions to run for mayor?

You’re not alone – many who’ve tasted Gulker’s Famous Eggs find themselves in your shoes. Were it not for the brain cancer, I’d be taking over at Apple (but Steve thought 2 CEOs in a row with cancer was just too much).

But, to answer your question, yes that was about the time the current malaise descended. Complete coincidence, of course. Jim has yet to respond…

{ 0 comments }