What might it mean when one grows up in a family where ring bologna and liverwurst were considered "treats"? What more might it mean when one marries a woman who also considers liverwurst a "treat" and who insists on referring to farm sausage as ring bologna? (I will concede that there may be no substantive difference between ring bologna and farm sausage except for a minor difference in appearance and a name designed as a marketing ploy.)

Extrapolate these observations how you will. To say the least, there is consistency on my part. It may also explain, in part, why this marriage has passed the 43 year mark and continues on towards number 44. I also know enough to bring home a treat now and again. Yesterday was one of those now and again days. A chunk of liverwurst was the impulse buy of the day. It resulted in a more effusive reaction than some of my previous gifts. Now what does that say?