OK, so this is really weird. True story! Last night I was doing laundry, and at about 7:20, I remembered that there were a few things I needed to get at Target. Realizing they close at 8 on Sunday, I hustled over. I only needed a few things: soap, coffee and cream, you know, things I really required for Monday morning. Anyway, it was getting close to closing, and I was making my way through the food section, when for some reason, my eyes locked on the Jimmy Dean sausage in the refrigerated case. Mmm, Jimmy Dean, I thought, almost instantly falling into a reverie about those porktastic hockey pucks I enjoyed in my youth. I literally had not thought about this food product in decades. I considered throwing a tube into my basket, but then snapped out of it and decided otherwise.
Imagine the funny feelings I had this morning when I visited the Washington Post and found out that Jimmy Dean himself had just died! Clicking through to the article, I felt even funnier when I noticed that he had been pronounced dead at 7:54 PM, more or less the exact time I had become momentarily entranced by his flagship product!
What does it all mean? Ha, nothing. Still, though: pork moves in mysterious ways.