Welcome bag contents at a Nashville hotel.

My family was driving through Pennsylvania while I was living at home. Mom told Dad to pull over at a fruit stand because we needed something sweet. She bought a bunch of cherries. My parents, my brother, and I ate cherries until we couldn’t anymore. Then Mom saw a nut stand.

“We need something salty.”

The cycle continued. I’ll never forget it. Ever since that vacation, I’ve spent time caught in the sweet and salty cycle. The picture of the welcome bag at the hotel convinces me I’m not the only one. But I knew that. I’ve been familiar with the munchies for years.

But a lot of you know what I’m talking about. Whether you want to admit it or not. You’re sitting there late at night at the computer or watching tv. You see a small chocolate bar and think “gee that sounds good.” And it is.

Which is fine until you realize you need a little salty to offset the chocolate. So you find something salty. But it’s not the kind of salty that hits the spot. You look for something else. Before you find something else salty, you see something else sweet – but not as sweet as the chocolate. Then you’re back on the salty end of the cycle.

There are nights that it drives me crazy. Sweet, salty, sweet, salty, salty, sweet, salty, sweet, sweet. A piece of cheese will break the monotony. Then I absentmindedly pick up something else and pop it in my mouth and I’m back on the damn cycle again.

As far as I know, there is no known cure. If you have found a remedy, please let me know.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.