...after a message from the Catchup Advisory Board.
SS: These are the good years for Jim and me. The cicadas infested our backyard and that saved us a lot of money on cat food. I got sunburned weeding the garden, and now I doesn't have to go in for my weekly chemical peel. And Jim caught his company president using two sets of books, and now Jim is senior vice president for special projects. And then the other day I saw Jim in the backyard, standing at attention with a rifle on his shoulder----- Jim, what are you doing?
TR: Just training, Barb. I thought for our summer vacation we could go to northern Virginia and tour Civil War battlefields and I could take part in the reenactment of the Battle of Fairfax Station.
SS: Oh, Jim, isn't there enough violence in the world without re-enacting some more?
TR: But it's history----
SS: So was the explosion of the Hindenburg but that doesn't mean I have to blow up your car. Oh Jim, I hate camping. And crowds. Especially crowds in costume.
TR: But I've always been fascinated by the Civil War. I want to learn more about it.
SS: Why don't we try learning more about ourselves, Jim? We could make a tour of places where we've had major arguments and re-enact those ------ remember the Howard Johnson on the Pennsylvania Turnpike where you reminisced about your trip to Europe with your old girlfriend Jessica, and then there was the motel in Tampa that time you started talking about the big regrets in your life----- let's go back and re-enact that, Jim.
TR: That's so macabre, Barb.
SS: I'm serious, Jim. And we can wear our historical outfits. Your madras shorts and muscle shirt, and my big glasses and terrycloth jumper.
TR: Why don't we think about this over a nice bowl of ketchup. Ketchup contains natural mellowing agents that let you focus on the present and not dwell in the past. What do you say?
RD: These are the good years, Prairie God who did create us.
Who created sweet corn, rhubarb, and tomatas
Live is abundant, like a tree full of cicadas.
GK: Ketchup....for the good times.
RD: Ketchup....ketchup....ketchup.