Sometimes You Need A Steak

Another cold morning here as we approach May, and I visited a huge site where a data center is being built.

I have no idea what that means other than there are about 7 buildings, a number of tower cranes and about 700 employees.

“What goes in a data center?” I asked.

No one knows, but there’s millions being spent.

It was a long ride and my mind began to wander.

“I want a big steak,” I thought.

I stopped by the butcher and noticed that the porterhouse section was empty.

“We have some,” the butcher said. “Just have to cut them.”

“I’ll take two,” I said, “Cut them thick.”

I had a strip steak for Kathy. Both Sam and I would get the porterhouses which were cut about 2” thick.

“Geez, how much does that way?” Sam asked as I took them out of the oven.

“They have to be 30 ounces each,” I said.

Now, there was a day when I could eat a 30-ounce steak, but not anymore.

Sam couldn’t finish either.

“How much were the steaks?” Kathy asked.

“I didn’t ask,” I said.

Sometimes you need a steak.

Was a long week.

And I have lunch for tomorrow.