Sitting around our kitchen table from a very early age on, we talked politics, and we talked policy. Never once can I ever remember my dad saying, 'Go away, this is an adult conversation.'
I thought somebody had just died, either her mother or my father. When she said the church was on fire, I thought it was probably just the kitchen area. I couldn't conceive that the church building could be gone.
I grew up being told by my parents each time they went off to war that they may explode, so I needed to know how things like the gadgets in the kitchen worked.
I walk into the kitchen, look at the typer down there on the floor. It's a dirty floor. It's a dirty typer that types dirty stories
We've seen everything but the kitchen sink being thrown at the Patriot Act. The Patriot Act remains a top priority to get enacted. To the extent people don't focus on that or move away from it or try and mix the two (issues), that's not helpful to moving the Patriot Act forward.
I would go into the kitchen for coffeeand on the way back to the page,curled in its roller,I would light one up and feelits dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee.
I would go into the kitchen for coffee and on the way back to the page, curled in its roller, I would light one up and feel its dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee.
I would go down by the kitchen to eat lunch with the other coaches every day hoping he'd be there, just to listen to some of the stories he would tell about the old days and what happened way back when. I'll always remember that.
We sit on the kitchen exchanging these diabolical outgrowths of overfertile minds.
The only unitasker allowed in my kitchen is a fire extinguisher.