Bagels. I love 'em!

During the four+ years I worked at Boeing (sometimes referred to as Bill's Little Kite Factory), I discovered the hard way (Tums, Rolaids, Mylanta) not to get involved with the food service they had contracted. So I was "brown-bagging" it.

When I was making my lunches the night before (I had to drive thirty miles up the road and clock in at 7:00 a.m.—and that's just unnatural!), I discovered a number of happy combinations. One was that I got one of these small pre-cooked canned hams. I would split a couple of bagels, lather the bottom part with some good mustard and put a nice, thick slice of ham on it, then maybe add a slice of cheese, or a slice of onion, or both, and top it with the other half. Yummo!!

The fellow sitting at the drawing table next to mine was of the Jewish persuasion. When I noticed what I was eating, he commented, "Ham on a bagel!?? Firth, God's gonna get you for that!"

Don Firth