The Death of the Twinkie

So, Hostess is going bankrupt.  I imagine that means that means my former vendor, a guy also named Ron, is now unemployed.  He's a father of 3.  I worked with him for years.

As our business declined, I went from a weekly delivery of almost $100, to every-other-week and $50 a delivery.  Early this year, he said he had to "drop" us, Hostess was forcing them to only accept stops of over $100 each.

We went through a lot together, Ron and I.  I know he was making deliveries before my diagnosis, so I think I worked with him for about 9 years total.  I made a layette when his wife became pregnant, and made his family an afghan after their home was destroyed after Hurricane Ike.

Now he's out of work, one of the 18,000.  I still have his number, I'm going to call him tomorrow and tell him about Metrolift.  "Delivery" jobs are pretty similar, and he has a CDL (commercial driver's license).

Not only that, I know another man.  He used to work for Hostess.  He's got a pension with them.  Will he continue to get his pension?  I think they're set up in such a way that he will; I certainly hope so.  He is caring for his disabled wife and son.

I never ate much of the pastries.  Chocolate is a huge migraine trigger and I never liked those little donuts.  This is heresy for the South, but I don't like honey buns.  I have never been a big fan of the cinnamon roll - except the ones Walmart used to bake.  Oh, those were delicious, and they fell apart as I ate them.  I always liked to start at the edge and follow the strip, around to the center.

We use Cloverhill pastries since we were "laid off" from Hostess.  They are a good product, good quality, good price.

But they don't make Twinkies.