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Good morning, today is Thursday, April 9, 2009 and I am preparing the breakfast of my youth. It's called "an egg with a hole in the middle", a name that made no sense when I was ten and still doesn't make any sense now. All I need is a piece of bread whose middle has been removed. I am going to place the bread in a frying pan with butter and plop an egg in the hole.

Some things whether they be recipes, memories, practices or ideas have a life that never dies. Pirates fall into this category, an occupation that after all these years is still in full swing. Of course these aren't the pirates of the Peter Pan story. These pirates wear military garb and carry around automatic weapons. Their victims are only armed with good intentions and a water hose. Unlike a good story, these pirates are sneaky and ruthless and unbelievaby successful at pirating. To them it's a very lucrative business and they aren't wrong to believe that. They always get away with their crimes and their victims always pay the ransom. Right now, as I begin to eat my breakfast I am watching a hostage situation unfold on the high seas. This time the ship's crew are American and the world is watching a standoff at sea between a U.S. warship that has arrived on the scene and three pathetic pirates who are holding the captain prisioner.

If I may be permitted to write the ending of this story it would once again bring me back to my childhood. In my story the good guys win, the ransom is never paid, the crew and captain are safe and the pirates get to walk the plank. ...POP.. I think I'll eat the breakfast of my chiildhood now and hope for a fairy tale ending to this crisis. Aaargh!!! I've worked up an appetite.