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“An ounce of action is worth a ton of theory.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

On Monday, April 21st, Victor, (the director at CBS19), will count backwards, then shout ACTION! As he ques me, several months of believing that a 2 minute food broadcast and webcast could actually include healthy dollups of family funnies, will come to life. There are lots of neat prizes – like a $50 gift basket filled with Barefoot Contessa brownies and Godiva Chocolate.

You, my new friends via blogville, are invited to take a sneak peak at the video page. This inside scoop link will be available in this blog on Monday the 21st. Until then I am hot gluing olive oil bottles onto backdrops. While I try not to knock anything over, I am going to re-run one of my favorite blog posts from January. I hope you enjoy POWER RANGER BANANA!

 

Kyle has just called me from school…He forgot the all important IPOD and wanted me to bring it when I picked him up. “Don’t forget.” He reminds me twice.

I’ve got a column deadline to meet, plus two meetings back to back, but his IPOD jumps to the top of my priority list. Lucky for him, I remember bananas are big deals. Yes, bananas.

I learned about the powerful banana a decade ago. Kyle was four. He threw his hands onto his hips. With a loud gasp he asks his dad who moved his banana. Ken tells him no one moved it, someone probably ate it. Kyle runs off. Ken thinks nothing of it. Five minutes later Kyle is back in the kitchen; this time in full super hero gear. His red Power Ranger costume complete with gloves and mask.

“Who moved my banana?” he asks again; this time in a deeper voice….

Ken tries very hard not to crack a smile but it is difficult. Kyle is rolling one hand over the other in full karate chop motion, circling his dad slowly. “What do you mean somebody ate my banana?”

Ken, still trying not to laugh, tells Kyle to calm down. “It was just a banana. No big deal.”

“No big deal?” Kyle flips his Power Ranger mask. It flops over his shoulder suspended by the elastic string under his chin. “Just a banana? Well!” He huffs off. “It was a big deal to me!”

So —- there you have it. Why I cannot forget his IPOD… It is because I still remember the banana.