(Darson's post today and for the past several days, stimulated this http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Darson/ ) While living with my grandparents in California, from the time I was 3 to almost 6, the rodeo was an event every now and then that meant sitting down front in the grandstands, watching the events--I liked calf-roping best, as I recall. It also meant those perfect (today probably perfectly awful) hamburgers with ketchup and relish that were the consummate cuisine to my infant... Sign in to see full entry.