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February 22, 2022

I don’t have many thoughts about the word totter, but I can say reading it this morning made me think of the word tater. In baseball a tater is slang for a homerun and I miss baseball. I don’t miss the greed involved in baseball, or the disregard for fans during the 82-day lockout, but I miss the game.

It’s possible that I thought of tater because I like potatoes. I like potatoes very much and as a matter of fact, I made a loaf of potato bread this past weekend.


I had a girlfriend a long time ago and the first meal she cooked for me, maybe a few months into the relationship, was a tater tot hotdish. She cooked the dinner at my apartment because her apartment was a mess. Not a messy, dirty, mess, but a mess with a lot of people always there. She shared the place with her sister and her sister’s friend and they always had people over. Between the two of them there was always a brother or a sister hanging around, or a cousin hanging around, or a niece or a nephew hanging around, or a co-worker, or a neighbor or, I don’t know, an absolute stranger hanging around. Like I said, it was a mess. So she cooked and we ate and it was good and later that evening, the night she cooked the tater tot hotdish, I developed a kidney stone and had to go to the hospital. I joked later that her cooking sent me to the hospital, but she didn’t think that was funny. There’s a Jewish proverb that says anyone who teases you loves you, and I don’t totally disagree with that, but hindsight has taught me that’s not and assumption I’m going to make because everyone is different. I understand words hurt and my teasing, while innocent fun on my part, hurt her. There was more involved than teasing over a hotdish, but it wasn’t all that many months later that she went from girlfriend to ex-girlfriend.

Some people like teasing and some people don’t. Such is life. Ride the teeter totter. Live and learn.

I almost forgot . . . I don’t know if you know this or not, but back in medieval times, the knights would all sit around the round table and tease Lance.

A lot.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. February 22, 2022 10:45 am


    Good-spirited teasing is fun. The other kind… not so much. It isn’t always easy to tell the difference, especially if you don’t know someone well. I think your remark was funny and could have been an inside joke for a long tine…

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  2. February 22, 2022 11:35 am

    Quite the stream of consciousness!
    Standing on the riverbank, innertube in my arms, transfixed by the memory (immediately invoked by ‘Totter”) of a carton full of steaming, salty, tater tots. Mmmmm. And now, I’ll turn away from the blizzard out my window, and jump into the river for some summer tubing.
    Nice write, Michael! Thanks!


  3. February 22, 2022 12:57 pm

    I’m not a potato-loving kinda gal but step away if there are tater tots. Gosh, those are good. Too bad the ex-girlfriend couldn’t come back with something equally zippy. I’m sure Lance did. Nice work there, Michael.

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  4. February 23, 2022 11:13 am

    Thanks Lois. I don’t know what it is about tater tots. I’m not a big frozen potato person, but there’s something about tater tots…

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