What Graduation Means

When you see the many jokes about graduation, remember they are just jokes. Finishing your education is clearly an accomplishment to be proud of, when you consider the many folks who do not get the opportunity. As his daughter graduates this year, Dr. Harley A. Rotbart thinks back to his own medical school graduation in 1979 and what it meant to his father.

He was the most brilliant fruit peddler in the history of fruit peddling, the smartest man I ever knew. Deprived of a high school education when the Nazis raided his town of Klodowa, he came to America years later as an apprehensive, thickly accented refugee from the unspeakable horrors of Europe. Despite many years in America, the emotional scars were still there. He had a sense of inferiority and was intimidated by those around him who had an education. He was always socially self-conscious, acutely afraid of standing out for his lack of accomplishments. Within his circle of family and friends, dad was proud of who he was and what he had overcome. We knew he was proud of us, too.

It was only after his graduation ceremony that Rotbart realized how proud his father was. When you read about it, you'll need to have a hanky ready. Link -via Metafilter


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ohh where to start?
looks absolutely positivly disgusting!.
ill eat the handle thats it. :)
There is a show called man VS. food, the guy in that show would gladly swallov 4 of these.
partconclusion, americans are slowly solving the terrorists problems by eating them self to death.
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That monstrosity is known as a "fatty". With a bacon handle added. Check out the smoking and bar-be-que forums online for recipes.

My husband, upon discovering the existence of such an exorbitant celebration of food that is manly, and to counter-act the mandatory visit to a French restaurant some years ago, gleefully created one of these and cooked it usng his smoker, over hickory wood.

I was disgusted. He and his friends ate it, and he's become a hero amongst the local carnivorous testosteronated crowd. So far, he has made a dozen or so of these things over the past year, each one more appalling than the last. Although the sage sausage one stuffed with provolone, gorgonzola and peppers did smell pretty darn good, I'm not touching this.

The most horrible one, however, was the one he made to appease me somewhat, and failed. Turkey bacon woven over ground turkey, and something lowfat as the stuffing the middle. Eeeww. I tasted it, and proclaimed it inedible. Even the cats wouldn't touch that one.
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"Oh...my...God, Becky, look at that mug. It's just so bacon... it's porkalicious...they only like it because it's so....out there...It totally looks like something that one of those Rambo guys would eat. I mean they only eat them because they're so full of flavor...
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