Those words mean little to most people except for those who were watchers of the show Cheers. On a particular episode, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEtTtfOGkx8) the fictional drink, Screaming Viking, enables Sammy to get his job back.
The new bartender swears he can make any drink and promises to quit if he can not fill a drink order. When the Screaming Viking is requested by all the guys including Norm and Cliff, the new bartender leaves, and Sammy gets his job back. As soon as Rebecca Howe turns her back, everyone spits the drink out.
The Screaming Viking which includes bruised cucumbers is gross. The combination of liquor and cucumbers is apparently nasty. They just don’t work together.
What’s the point?
Here’s another nasty combination: sports and politics.
Aerosmith has a song and album called Permanent Vacation. I never heard the song but liked a couple songs off the album, particularly Angel. However, it’s the title of the album, Permanent Vacation, which intrigues me.
In August, my family and I took a nearly two-week vacation to Israel. The trip was part of the celebration of BR’s Bar Mitzvah. As you can imagine, such a trip took a good deal of planning. Thanks Mrs. MMK – yes she did the mass majority of the planning.
Anyway, as excited as I was for the trip, I had a nagging feeling that it was too short. After all, while Israel is a small country, there were many things to see. How could we hope to see all of the country, or even a lot of it, in such a short time?
“So, who wants to do something fun?”
“We’ve been in the house all day, and it’s beautiful outside. We have to get out. Don’t you wanna get outta here?”
Content to lounge around staring at an electronic, neither BR nor SJ was interested in leaving the homestead. A youtube induced slumber had descended upon them again had entranced them again. Their eyes glazed over as another Sunday was slipping away.
Not this time. We were getting out of the house this Sunday. I was determined to get out of the house even if it was to appease my stir crazy self. We were going to have an adventure.
“My teacher told us a story,” BR recalled as we pulled up the house after a day at camp.
“Uh huh,” Mrs. MMK and I nodded from the front seat.
“It was raining in her front yard but not in her back yard.”
“Cool. Well, the rain has to end somewhere, right?” I said.
“It’s just we don’t get to see the rain line very often. When we’re in the middle of it, we don’t rarely see the end. But somewhere is an end.”