Day 168- The National Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse and Foot High Pie

I have had a crush on Johnny Rzeznik for over 10 years.  We've been through a lot together.  It turns out that he is of Polish decent, so we have that in common.  He's cute in a bad boy in a band kind of way, and that definitely helps.  The biggest reason for my undying love, however, is that I am obsessed with the Goo Goo Dolls and their music.  I wrote about them last year after popping Dizzy Up the Girl in my cd player last year and singing along to every word of every song.

I did a little research on my longtime love to try to find a good organization for today.  I discovered that Johnny's dad had a problem with alcohol that really affected the Rzeznik family deeply, especially after his alcohol-related death.  Johnny's mother died just a few years later, and he was an orphan at a young age.  This just makes me want to hug him more.

The National Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse works to help people with all kinds of addictions and problems like the one Johnny's dad had.  They encourage people to take responsibility, and they give people the tools that they will need to conquer their addictions.  They aim to "replace shame and despair with hope."  They also do a lot of work centered on raising awareness and encouraging kids to stay drug free.  A worthy cause indeed!


We made the long drive back to Michigan again today.  It's been a while since we've been back, but the drive proved reliable, and not much has changed on the eight hour path from STL to Parma.  In fact, part of what makes the drive easier to manage is spotting all of the familiar landmarks along the way.  There's the jail that we thought was a school at first,, the Nestle bunny, a beautiful house that we always remark is such a shame to have built along the highway, Indy, Fisher, Markle, Pochantas, Brazil, the Paul Simon Freeway sign with the bowtie, Chateau Thomas winery, Effingham, Welcome to Illinois, Welcome to Indiana, Welcome to Michigan, and so much more.

There's also Blue Springs Cafe, home of the foot high pie.

Every time we drive by, we marvel at the thought of a foot high pie.  We wonder if it's possible that they could actually be so high, and we wonder what they might taste like.  We even pulled off this year on our way home for Thanksgiving to check out the goods, but we were sorely disappointed to discover that we had arrived an hour before they opened.

We don't have to wonder any longer... today we purchased our first foot high pie!!  Although all of the outrageously tall cream pies looked amazing, we settled on peach for the day to take home to my parents.  It was as lovely as we imagined, and I'm sure it won't be our last. :)

Thank you, foot high pie (finally!), you made my day.


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