A few weeks ago, I had a dream where I saw one of my friends from way back in my Arizona State University days. He was a good friend of mine in my Walter Cronkite School of Journalism classes and from my days as a fund raiser for the ASU Sundial Fund. We talked, hung out, and had a few good laughs.
Later in the night, I had a different dream where I saw a lot of fried chicken wings with some golden-brown honey mustard sauce dripping down on them. They looked so good I could almost taste them. I was getting hungry for them.
In reality, I just found my friend Keith Bogart on Facebook and we've linked up as friends on the social networking site. I would root for the Philadephia Eagles with him as long as they get rid of Michael Vick. Second, I almost got chicken wings in my two appearances over at Taco Mac in Kennesaw, Georgia. On Thursday, I got chips, tortillas, and queso. On Friday, I got a grilled chicken burrito with queso and french fries.
I'm going to score me some wings again one day. I might go for the wings with honey mustard on them and some sweet barbecue sauce on them too.
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