Musings —05.03.2012 08:07 AM—
Hawkins Cheezies are more than the greatest cheesie-type snack. They are the sine qua non of munchies. Out West, as a teenager in Calgary, slurpees and Hawkins Cheezies and, um, nothing illegal whatsoever made up a significant part of our regular nocturnal intake. There was nothing I loved better (and still don’t, ask my kids) than lounging after a punk gig with a Coke slurpee in one hand, and a bag of orangey delightfulness in the other.
I pay tribute to Mr. Marker today, and to all of his staff and his company. They have made my tour on this Earthly coil immeasurably better, and they have brought me to a higher plane of consciousness.
God bless you, Mr. Marker, and God bless Hawkin’s Cheezies.