Susan Boyle in *I Dreamed a Dream*

I Dreamed A Dream lyrics

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dreamed he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Oh, what a magnificent voice! I will not covet, I will not covet, I Will Not Covet that Voice of hers. Now the lyrics are not exactly the cheeriest. Melodramatic, maybe.

Cincinnati Chili: Cheers for Local Cuisine

What would you like for Sunday lunch, Rosalie asked?

How about something local? What's unique to southwestern Ohio?

Amish cooking would have been perfect, but Der Dutchman is closed on Sunday. So Rosalie's wheels started turning and overnight she came up with Skyline Chili. Oh, I had heard of Cincinnati Chili, their specialty, and always wanted some.


And here it is. Cincinnati Chili is served on spaghetti. It might look low-calorie. But don't count on it. (Double-click photos to enlarge) Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. . .



Skyline Chili is a chain out of southwestern Ohio. We headed there Sunday after church.


Lucky me. I got to spend time with some pretty special folks. Bill and Lowell, left and right, are elders in the South Dayton Church of Christ. What a fine congregation and I'd say that's thanks to wise leadership, for one thing. Does the local chili have anything to do with that? Well, some things are known only to God. . .


Anyhew, here's the story of Skyline Chili, simply because you might want to know. And yes, dear blog reader, I was thinking of you. . .and you. . . and YOU during lunch.

So Cincinnati Chili originated in Greece. did it?. Hey, I've been there - I've been to Greece. Somehow I missed out on Cincinnati Chili a la Aristotle.


Looks as though this evening I'll be in Dayton area again. Lucky me, I get to overnight at Rosalie and Bill's big huge old farmhouse. And guess where Rosalie wants to go for dinner? Oh, she's a smart woman. . . she knows I like local foods.


A plug for Facebook: Rosalie and I have been friends for some time, thanks to a mutual friend in Dallas (Thank you, Jan!) who realized that we both have connections to Rostov-on-Don, Russia. Rosalie and Bill had visited in 1993 or so, long before I'd ever heard of that fair city, let alone moved there. Eventually Rosalie found me on Facebook and finally we got to meet. Rosalie is a goldmine of information and experience. I want to just listen and take notes when we're together.

How about you dear blog reader, have you tried Cincinnati chili? Any idea where the sauce gets that extra, spicy kick? Or have you managed to connect with a Facebook friend for the first time?