Prepubescent Gumshoe had a morning habit of reading cereal boxes while happily munching down on a variety of dry (just add milk) breakfast fare from Cheerios, Rice Crispies, Corn Flakes, Coco Puffs, Fruit Loops, etc.
These cereals were occasional treats for us young Pitocco tribe.
However, the bright orange box of “Wheaties” of wholegrain flakes that featured a picture of a star athlete with the memorable byline, “Breakfast of Champions” caught the young and skinny-scrawny Gumshoe’s imagination.
It was just like when Gumshoe would study the old “Charles Atlas” back cover comic book page ad that depicted a muscle-bound beach bully kicking sand in the face of a skinny weakling.
This ad would encourage many a male adolescent to become basement weightlifters to bulk up as a beach army of powerful Charles Atlases who would deter those nasty sand-kicking goons. Girls would swoon!
Hmmm? Become a champion by eating “Wheaties” and lifting some weights in order to kick sand into the beach bully face . . . sign Gumshoe up!
Well, folks, Gumshoe’s large family (oldest of eight siblings) and small grocery budget did not include “Wheaties” for morning daily eats. Mostly thick oatmeal or lumpy Cream of Wheat was the breakfast menu.
The cost of Charles Atlases’ comic book advertised plan for becoming an “Arnold Schwarzenegger“ was just beyond Gumshoe’s limited budget.
Gumshoe’s dreams were tucked neatly away for many growing-up years until he later heard the siren call of the Marine Corps that promised to build Gumshoe’s body, mind, and spirit . . . Uuuurah!
Seventeen-year-old Gumshoe signed up with his parent’s waiver.
That promise was kept by the Marines and Gumshoe knows that Charles Atlas would have been proud!
Well, that’s all for now gentle readers. Always remember to love the ones who love you and really try to love those who don’t.
PS: Gumshoe still eats his “Wheaties” but with non-fat milk.