Secret Society of the Fellowship of the Fridge

In Robert Fulghum's book UH-OH, I learned that I had been a member of a secret society for most of my life. Refrigerators, a major player in my life. A refrigerator is the center of the universe. On the inside is food essential to life, and on the outside of the door is a summary of life events of the household. Grocery lists, report cards, cartoons, family schedules, photographs and so on. The door of the refrigerator is a chronicle of currents events not found on TV or on the computer.

Now I ask you, how many times have you found yourself at the refrigerator in the middle of the night? Unless you are happily sound asleep at that hour, 2:00 a.m. is usually not the best of times. It's an hour when we find people talking to themselves about serious things, or going over emotional problems in their life. However, some of us think of 2:00 a.m. as feeding time. Alone. With nobody standing around saying, "You're not really going to eat THAT, are you?"
What I am really looking for in the fridge in a time of late-night need is meatloaf. Now we're getting serious. Meatloaf. What are you laughing at? You have been there, haven't you?

Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart. These precious things memories. You can't entirely live off them, but life is not worth living without them.

We will never get together. There will never be a national convention of us. No kitchen is that big. But we are bound together. We make up that secret society of the fellowship of the fridge. We are not really as alone as we often think we are, after all!! So next time you walk by your refrigerator, stop and say thank you!!