Rainey Blogs on Some Days

I have started a movie script called “La Yogert.” The movie will be based on my personal experiences with the yogurt of a similar name ( La Yogurt ). In the movie, a young corporate executive, whose wife decides she does not love him anymore, decides to make him miserable each day by making his lunches. This may not seem like an evil plot--quite the opposite in fact--until the woman starts putting a single, Pina Colada, six-ounce container of La Yogert yogurt in his lunch each day. If you've ever eaten an actual La Yogurt yogurt, you know that the woman does not need to tamper with the yogurt. The yogurt will know what to do. Those who have eaten La Yogurt knows that removing the foil lid from a La Yogurt  will ALWAYS result in a splattering of yogurt somewhere on the opener's person: face, clothes, hands, forearms, maybe even on the wall! The husband laughs about his first splatter of La Yogert (called La Yogert in the movie to avoid copyright infringement against the actu

Swim meets have always been magical, and in recent years we had a run of several years with three girls swimming for the Leonia Swim Club team at once. But all good things come to an end, and after the first meet of the 2010 swim season in Oradell, we drove to our special, post-meet restaurant to eat in Paramus: The Fireplace . We had eaten there a few years earlier after a meet and were hooked on this retro 1950s-like hamburger and French fries joint with a wood paneling interior. They don't use plates; instead, they give what looks like a paper coffee filter and put each item on a filter. We all loved the quirky, old-fashioned feel and it became a special place we would go to eat once or twice each year after an away swim meet in the Paramus area. This time, though, the magic had worn off. Maybe it was the week of 100-degree weather we were having that had everyone on edge. Maybe it was the realization that a cheeseburger, fries, and a vanilla milkshake is just not that goo