Wood Working: Even movie wieners, lusciously shown, trigger my hunger
I'm like Pavlov's famous dog. When a bell rings, I begin to salivate, or slobber, if you caninists prefer.
The bell rang for me last month when Ruth and I attended a showing of "Hyde Park on the Hudson," at the Sarasota Cinema Society.
My first mistake was to ask the ticket seller if there was a discount for senior citizens. He looked at me as if I were about five peaches short of a lug.