Dinner in Farmingdale
- Admin
- Sep 25
- 1 min read
Politicians
love to say at the end of the day,
like it’s some magical time
of epiphany. Why is nothing
quite as clear while having
lunch?
I've read “Lunchbox Shaming”
is a problem now in schools.
In my day, it seemed every kid
was cool with PBJ.
Sporting Joanie Loves Chachi
on your lunchpail?
That was the biggest
conundrum.
The old folks in this village
say everything was better
in the day. Again we’re back to “days.”
What was it
that was better? We never had our
faces on the phone. We talked at the
kitchen table,
grandma dishing beans
and buttered rolls,
granddad and his son
incognizant—bedeviled by the
newsprint: politics, stocks & scores.
They’ll get it figured out
they used to say. She didn’t know
if they were talking Harry Truman,
the Dow or Yogi Berra;
it’s over when it’s over
she’d always sigh,
a slumping sun that
meant it’s candle time.
Andreas Gripp
September 25, 2025

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