The Sweet Memories of Snickers Bars

Once upon a time, I lived on Snickers Bars.

I started eating them on a consistent basis in College. All night Loaf ‘n Jugs and 7-Elevens were far in the future and the town I went to school in pretty well rolled the sidewalks up at six.

So, if you were up studying and got hungry, you were up the creek.

I always had a half dozen Snickers bars in my desk just in case.

This practice carried on when I was a police officer. I always had a few in my briefcase. We had finally gotten a 7-Eleven and we had a restaurant that stayed open all night, Murphy’s law dictated you’d be stuck miles from either and hungry. As a deputy with Conejos County and as an MP I knew the value of having them handy.

When I went to the Gulf War, in addition to bags of bubble gun, I had two dozen Snickers bars. I was very surprised to find I could purchase them easily at the Arab stores. Apparently, they have a worldwide following.

And we loved them for family movie nights after Julie and I got married.

Ah, but as they say, all good things come to an end. As I got older, genetics reared its ugly head and I can’t eat them anymore.

That doesn’t stop me from walking by them in the store, looking, and remembering.

And I always smile.