The other day, I noticed the wild geese have begun flying in pairs as I walked along Wildcat Boulevard. Wild creatures don’t need a calendar to tell when it is time to do certain things. They naturally know. Too often, do we humans neglect our natural instincts?

The other day, I noticed the wild geese have begun flying in pairs as I walked along Wildcat Boulevard. Wild creatures don’t need a calendar to tell when it is time to do certain things. They  naturally know. Too often, do we humans neglect our natural instincts?

The moon had a large ring around it when I checked the weather before going to bed one night. I counted five stars inside the ring.  Does that mean we will have five storms before spring gets here?
Hormel Foods Corporation announced that its net income edged up the last quarter of 2012. Its increase in profit was attributed to higher sales of Spam and Hormel Chili.

I smiled when I read the report, as it showed people still buy old, proven products. No matter how much fun people make of Spam, they continue to buy and use it. I have eaten Spam  my entire life. I like it.

When I was a kid, my parents mostly ate meat from animals raised on our farm. Still, my mother would sometimes buy prepared meats for variety. She got tired of the family eating only steaks, roasts, chicken, hamburger, home-cured sausage, bacon and pork chops.

One of her choices for change was Spam. She sliced it thin and fried it in a cast iron skillet until it was brown on each side. We then laid the Spam between two slices of bread for  a Spam sandwich. Spreading a little Miracle Whip on the bread slices made the sandwiches even better.

I liked Spam when I cooked for myself at home. I made Spam sandwiches with cold Spam slices. Chopped Spam swirled into eggs makes a good breakfast, also — kind of a simple omelet. 

Perhaps, we favored the Hormel Company and Spam because all the hogs we sold off our farm went to Austin, Minnesota, where Hormel makes Spam. When we bought a can of Spam, we could have bought and could have been eating some of our very own pork.

The United States Army cooks fed us Spam (Spiced ham) every so often. Sometimes other soldiers would complain about it. I never did, but I liked chipped beef gravy on toast, too.

Besides Spam, I was thinking how so many things I have read lately referred to happenings from my past. I saw an account of a World War II GI who had been held in a prison of war camp outside of Oberusel, Germany. After the war, the camp was taken over by the U.S. Army and Oberusel is where I was stationed in the 1960s.

Then I picked up a puzzle book and one of the puzzles was based on Audie Murphy’s life. He was always a hero of mine. Visiting his grave was a must the first time I visited Arlington National Cemetery.

Take a walk, eat Spam at least twice a year, check for stars in the rings around the moon, don’t ever forget your heroes, and see what you notice and think about while passing along your own Wildcat Boulevard.   

Russell Hively writes a weekly column for the Daily News.