An ode I offer at our story's close
Of simple joys and pleasures sought
How sadness turned to sweet repose
Despair in to a hopeful thought
Well, not
so much an ode
As a
really good story
A family
tradition with sweet roots
It’s time
to tell the story
How it
happened
Quell the
controversy
It was a
Sunday in the late 80’s
After my
Aunt Julie and family
Had made
the move from Cali
To the
suburban haven of Tempe
They spent
a lot of time at our house
Which we
liked, looked forward to
Julie was
the one looked up to
By all the
older cousins, the teens
As she had
only recently departed that club
And seemed
to still know what it meant
More than
any of her siblings
So it was
Sunday night
Playing
games and talking
And the
hours passed and passed
Until
finally the snacks ran out
A tragedy rooted
in our conviction
To do no
shopping on the Sabbath
It was
then the tradition began
With a
little help from the clock
As it
ticked off the last seconds to midnight
To complete
Sabbath, and we were off
Almost before
the thought hit
To grab
some snacks and extend the fun
It was
Twinkies that we embraced
And Ding-Dongs
and Zingers
Green
olives and Dove bars
And snacks
and treats galore
In the
first moments of that Monday
The
Twinkie Run was born
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