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Sweet Solace At CandyLand

I'm not ready to talk about what happened after standing for Dave Chappelle's eighth show at the box office.
Didn't get what I expected from the queue for Drake OR this show. Which I might explain later.






However, where I parked the car while waiting? Happened to be across the street from the legendary Candyland.
Seems that Brenda's never been. Cuz I haven't taken her. Cuz I've been avoiding it.






A legendary shop, tho? Why yes. Or infamous, depending on who you ask. They trademarked Chicago mix way, way, wayyyyyy back in 1992. You know--four years after they invented Chicago mix in 1988. And it's not as if they simply mixed cheese, caramel and (in their instance) seasoned popcorn together. You'd have to try the original for yourself.






As with a great many of the other confections, they dip or mix 'em themselves.
Tho they might not have to enforce this trademark as vigorously.






This bin is a 'his and hers' combo--if you ask us.
The peanut butter dealies are My Favoritest Thing Ever; Canadians were made for maple flavours.






B was impressed by the ratio of butter/toffee to mere peanut.






This treat took B way back. She and another junior high-aged girl undergoing chemo were given a Monster jawbreaker apiece. B hid it from her mumsie in hopes she'd finish it one day. So'd her buddy. B threw her Monster away after her friend's tongue started bleeding. Yup!







Just so you know: All those lil bags lined up 'crost the counter? That's NOT our order.
Cuz we weren't done yet.

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The Most Un-Dub Thing The Dubs Have Done, to Date

This might be the second-proudest I've been NOT to be of their faith any more.
One of their over-riding principles apparently used to be the avoidance of idolizing men. Not to place one in a higher position than another. Not to call anyone 'father' as there was only one Father, Da J-God. They'd warn workers at their Brooklyn Heights HQ not to fawn over celebs taking the factory tour, as it would send the wrong message.

But cut to a few decades later.

These kooks have been ADVERTISING Prince's funeral. I shit you not. During my morning runs at the gym this week, they've interviewed for news segments and POSTED THE ADDRESS of the service on the telly. This is something a 'Dub of my generation would call sinful and shameful.



(ETA: LJ's too clumsy to handle an embed here, so Here's a link instead)




Rest assured this is not the work of one rogue elder. If they've spread this to every major news network in town (and believe me, they have), this idea's been cleared by their topmost 'Governing Body.'

It's also at the largest meeting place they have in town. A bit shocking to hear Prince went to this location. Always heard he'd attended the Chanhassen congregation. Anyway, I've given at least one Sunday sermon there back in my door-knocking days. Maybe more than one.

This should be fun. Little do the unsuspecting strangers who might attend know they're gonna be in for a VERRRRY dry recruitment lecture. No choir (DIY singing), no eulogy (except maybe 'Prince liked knocking on doors to bug the f--- outta Y'ALL' or 'he quit singing his dirty songs for us') and a 'maybe you'll get to see him again if you join the 'Dubs and don't die.'

It's also fun to hear them repeatedly call it a 'private' funeral, despite airing the date, time and their address. Why? Because shunned folks who aren't happy about that might show up to protest the 'Dubs way of life. Of course, they're not invited and the 'Dubs would like the po-po to shuffle them away. Hopefully, one or more of those folks will provide some very interesting viral coverage. We'll see.....