I’ve heard the correction dozens of times. I know. Still, I am something of a country boy at 76. When I tell my wife I am going to get a balony sandwich. She knows what I mean. I don’t have to explain it. If I pronounced it right, she would think I was sick.

Well, this evening, I decided I was hungry and I’d get a balony sandwich. I went in and got the bread, balony and and mayonnaise out. When done making the sandwich, I put everything up and headed for my easy chair next to my 8000 BTU air conditioner.

I might remind you at this point that I am 76, almost 77. My memory just is not what it used to be. That means sometimes I don’t do things as I think I do.

Well, I took two bites out of my sandwich and realized something wasn’t right. I pulled one slice of bread up and realized I never put the balony on it. Now let me tell you, balony sandwiches just don’t taste right without the balony. Well, I was lazy. I just ate it as it was. I would use two slices next time, maybe three.

Then I got to thinking it over. It’s sort of like the way the dems and Kamala do things. When they speak, it is a whole lot like a bunch of balony, but without the balony.