Something sinful.

On the spur of the moment. I took my true love to lunch yesterday. The nice thing about it. It was on the spur of the moment. That's what I like to do. Act on impulse. In an unplanned way. That's what I'm trying to encourage my true love to do. She tends to plan. If it hasn't been planned, she may balk. That's all right. It's her nature. And I often don't like to fool with nature. I let it be. But not always. I like to deviate from course. From sameness. Anyway, my true love had no regrets. We had delicious lunches. It was an Italian restuarant. In the same building we live in. We had never tried the place before. Meant to. But one needs more than intention. One must act. In this case, on the spur of the moment. I had a weiner schnitzel. Which is German, of course. But it was served Italian-style. With cheese. And some kind of salad greenery sprinkled on top. She told me the name of it. But I forgot. And I also had a beer. An Italian beer. I like this blend of German and Italian. And oh, the dessert. A carmel concoction. Something sinful. --Jim Broede