No Chinese food?!?

As I sit in my home on a Monday night, I can only help but notice Mondays are a little darker. A little gloomier.

Over the last 12 weeks or so no matter how much work had I had to do for the PCN, I would not miss a single episode of 24.

That show was my escape from an otherwise eventful week.

Now that the season came to an end, I’m left wondering is there going to be more or is this the end for Jack Bauer?

Like 24, there are many things I wish would come back. Like Surge.

I remember when growing up in the Suburbs of Chicago, Surge was a caffeinated drink only available in Indiana.

So naturally every time we went to Indiana, I had to get some. This stuff was like Mountain Dew on roids.

Another thing I miss is driving a stick shift vehicle. Many reasonable people would say, automatics are so much easier, but I don’t care.

I loved the control of my little 95 Plymouth Neon.

It’s a car that was way too small for my 6 foot, 200 plus pound frame, put I could park that joker anywhere I wanted and when I wanted to pass a vehicle as soon as I down-shifted that car felt like it took off.

Though I miss stick shift, I have to admit that I am growing fond of the vehicle that my wife and I just purchased.

We took a field trip to Great Falls in order to purchase a Saturn Vue.

I have never driven anything that seems so smooth and graceful and like my little neon, that sports utility vehicle has guts.

Besides, I feel a lot better putting my wife and son inside a vehicle with all wheel drive.

Another thing I miss is Chinese food. I never thought that in a million years I would have to drive over an hour to find Chinese.

I’ve tried the microwave stuff from Albertson’s but it’s not the same.

If there is anyone in town thinking about opening a Chinese place and can make a decent plate of General Tso chicken, please do…. My taste buds will salute you.

I have to give a shout out to Stretch’s for filling my need for an occasional calzone with hot wings.

But if you go to Stretch’s and order Earl’s kickin’ chicken, don’t plan on going anywhere the following morning. You might die.

One fishing trip the following morning after hammering through those wings and when my father-in-law saw my face, he knew I was in no position to fish. Those wings are something special and shouldn’t be taken lightly. Though they nearly destroyed my guts every time, I go back over and over again.

The Earl’s kickin’ chicken pizza is also a thing of beauty, though without the consequence. Seriously try it.. It will change your life. For the better. The second best pizza, I’ve ever ate, and I’m from a land where Pizza reigns supreme.

Back to 24. I seriously hope that jack comes back next year, but not only for 12 measly episodes. Come on FOX! Give us a full season next time. My hunger for action needs to be quenched. And last Monday it wasn’t.