I had to google Trixie Belden. I guess I filled that niche with the Bobbsey Twins

It's much more dangerous to be whacked in the back of the head. That's where the autonomic functions (breathing etc.) are controlled.

Thanks, yeah, I knew that. Hence the worrying all afternoon. But he's just fine.

What I meant about the lumps is I'm not sure if a bonk on the back of the head makes a big lump the way a bonk on the forehead does. All my childhood goose eggs were on my temples.

My meatloaf is complex. The beef meatloaf has oatmeal, catsup,eggs, onions, mushroom, Worcestershire sauce, salt, and pepper. The pork meatloaf tastes like Chinese pork dumplings.

Hamburgers are much simpler w. sauce and onions.

I spent about 6 weeks reading newbery books. A lot of them are racist. But they are of their time. and some of it, I didn't see as a kid. One of the more popular honor books , I am sorry I read as an adult. I know why kids love it , but it is sexist. ( mr. Popper's penguins)

What I meant about the lumps is I'm not sure if a bonk on the back of the head makes a big lump the way a bonk on the forehead does. All my childhood goose eggs were on my temples.

Sorry, I skipped over. Kids do get goose eggs on top or on the back of their head but they're just less noticeable than a huge, bruised forehead bonk. They seem to go down more quickly though they're still tender.

Oh, dear lord. "Gronk" doesn't cut it this morning.

I was so spoiled with the Cambridge campus, which while it is in a strip shopping center, is right next to a Whole Foods and fast food and Starbucks, and this being NE, a Dunkin' Donuts. The Woburn campus, however, where I spend most of my time these days, is in a lonely and deserted at night/weekends industrial park, so the vending machines have a more captive audience.

I still can't wrap my head around eating a vending machine cheeseburger, though. ::shudders::

Ah, Cherry Ames. I still have about twenty of those books. I love them so.

The thing about those triagular package vending machine sandwiches is that they always seem to be filled with things that should nat just be sitting around for a long time. Like egg salad or tuna.

Some people seem to buy them at lunchtime, when the cafeteria is open and right there!

Dillo had a huge back of the head bonk last fall that raised a goose-egg that lasted for weeks. (Our next door neighbor the ER doc looked at it and said it was fine). He's had several front of the head bonks, only one of which really made a goose.

Her brother drove a jalopy! (Hee -- jalopy. I still only think of that one car, because it was where I learned the word.) No, of course they weren't actually poor, just book-universe poor. I can't believe I don't know who the Lynches are. I should re-read those books, or maybe I shouldn't.

I bought the first sixteen from a used book store a couple of years ago and reread them all. I was kind of blown away to realize that, like ita said, the "poor" Belden's were really just middle class. And what a world of privledge...staff and maids and chaffeurs. The Bob-whites of the Glen were totally the Gossip Girls of their day. Except suburban and goody-goody. ETA: Imagine if Blair, Serena, Chuck, Doofus, and Little Jenny fought crime? And wore matching jackets!