you know what you like and don't like

when i would walk

my father

through the commissary

at Little Creek,

he'd lean

on his cart

for balance as he

shuffled forward,

his blue eyes blurred,

his hearing

muted,

and point to where

the original pancake

mix was,

the original syrup,

or vanilla wafers,

the Debbie Cakes

and

the original cream of wheat.

he had no desire

to try

anything new, discovered

or invented in

this current century.

i do agree.