THE WEEKENDER by Clyde Black: Sometimes you feel like a nut
“Sometimes you feel like a nut”
If you write a column like this for 18 years people can learn a lot about you. When you put it down in black and white you own it. I’ve bared my soul over the years about politics, family, health, philosophy and by now most of you have probably figured out that I am “nuts”. I admit it. In a lot of ways, as my East Texas friends say, I am throwed. I love that expression. It’s very polite and much more of a pleasant way to say crazy as hell. Some would say I’m nuts and speaking of that I’ve had an issue bothering me for some time.
I’ve had a craving for beer nuts. Does anyone other than me remember beer nuts? I have been looking for months for beer nuts. I’m not pregnant but I want some beer nuts! You can’t find them.
I’ve searched convenience stores and the big retailers and the little morsels are nowhere to be found. You can get almonds, cashews, peanuts, walnuts, trail mix and mixed nuts to name a few but no beer nuts! I could care less about the beer but I want beer nuts.
What happened to them? Surely they’re not fattening and must be as healthy as any other nut.
Other nuts just aren’t cutting it for me anymore. I need beer nuts!
The Strong Woman finally got tired of my whining and being the computer whiz that she is found a place to get me some beer nuts. They are made by Planters and she just told me that she got on line and ordered me some. Every guy should be blessed with a wife who would track down and order her husband some beer nuts.
Now I’m worried that I won’t like them anymore. I must be nuts or as I said before, throwed.
I know the world is falling apart and I should be talking about wiretapping a President, health care, Korea, Russia, economy, etc., etc., but right now I’ve got to have some beer nuts. God Bless you all and Houston County.
