The "Roasting Ear Husking Party" Story

It was an ordinary day. We had just come back from the beach. Carol and I are at Ocean City, NJ with our kids and grandkids. We have been doing this every year for the past couple of years. We rent a condo in the block right off the boardwalk so no one has to cross a street to get to the beach or boardwalk. Easy to carry the tons of stuff to the beach. Good day today. Everyone had a good time building sand castles and jumping the waves. Shower time for most. Carol and I are responsible for the meal tonight. We take two nights, our one son takes two nights, our daughter takes two nights and our youngest son, who only visits for a few days, takes one night. He usually treats to pizza on his night. Tonight we are having milky chicken casserole. Called that because one time my wife forgot and put too much milk in the recipe and ever since it is called milky chicken casserole. We all like applesauce so we have two big jars of cinnamon applesauce. Then I remembered that we were supposed to have roasting ears with the meal. For those who don't know what roasting ears are, they are also called corn on the cob. After a quick shower, I take off on foot to find a supermarket. I must have walked a mile and a half before I find one that has fresh corn. Sign by the corn says no husking corn in the store. Oh, well. Buy three dozen and start for home. Now that's a bunch of corn to carry for that distance. Then I remember one more thing. The grandkids will be nice and clean, but they also like to husk corn. If I show up with 36 ears of corn to be husked, they won't be nice and clean anymore. So......on my way back I find a city trash receptacle and pull it over to an unoccupied house porch. I dump out all the corn on the porch and start to husk the corn. Before long I have help. Other kids who also enjoy husking happen by and ask if they can help. No problem! Before long the corn is husked and back in the bags. A lot lighter that when I started. Made it back in time to pop it in the boiling water for the meal. Carol asked if all the corn in the store was already husked and I replied, "No, I wasn't allowed to do it in the store. A bunch of kids helped me husk it on someones porch." She looked at me and said, "Yea, right!" It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.