Indy 500 In My Blood

Indy 500 In My Blood

A. J. Foyt was a multiple-year winner of the Indy 500 and I remember one year when I was maybe 7 or 8 years old watching on TV as he went into the winner’s circle and someone handed him a glass bottle of milk, of which he took a swig and poured the rest over his head. This made no sense to me at all. I turned to my dad and asked him, “Why is he drinking milk? If I’d just driven that race and I was really thirsty at the end of it I wouldn’t want to drink milk! I’d want a Coke!”

My dad’s reply? “I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?”

Not A Monster

Not A Monster

After he wiped a few laughter tears from his cheeks, Slim Jim looked all around at the crowd of pranksters (prankster being one particular variant of monster) and he said, still laughing, “Smorgasbord! That’s perfect, ya know why? Because the word ”smorgasbord” is Swedish and my great-grandmother on my mother’s side was Swedish, isn’t that fun? It’s as if you guys looked right up into my family tree and pulled on the perfect branch to find me a new name!”