Got an email from this nice lady who lives in NC. She's married, and one of them are from Alabama and the other from N. Carolina. They are moving up to Boston.
Sounds like our story. Pretty much exactly is.
The Mrs. said she had that same vase there growing up. And we share artwork.
We had an Olympic Opening Ceremonies party. And we tasked our friends to bring something in one of the colors of the Olympic rings.
Knowledge alert: the five ring colors represent the five continents of the 1912 Olympics and were first used at the 1920 Olympics.
The winners blew us away with the most amazing visual representation I've seen.
1 part Bugle.
1 part Cheese Wiz.
Unhealthy? You bet ya. Clever? Shoot yeah.
By Phillip Hey
here’s a man knows what he’s going to shoot
knows how knows when and a little bit why
you better get it right, it’s a fortyfour
it knocks a man down like a sharp axe
now he moves easy down the empty street
now stops, feeling the wind a little,
testing; watching the shadows; watching
that other man as he moves;
draws up; stands alone and tall
It explodes the heart
the horses shy, the music takes up
Clearly, we're fans of the United States. And big fans of sport. Heck, if there's two things you should know about us, it's that. (And we're fans of Jesus, puppies, bourbon and each other...)
So, howabout this?
20% off the closest thing we have to an American Flag print (Free Republic) until the broadcast of the Opening Ceremonies. That's tomorrow night. At 7:30est. Which you better be watching if you care a thing about this grand old country of ours.
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
-Sir Francis Bacon
There's something going on in Jackson, Mississippi. I'm not sure what it is, a creative collective or a business model or what, but it doesn't matter because it is real and it is beautiful and it is there.
It's Called Land Vs. Ocean and it has been manifest by my friend Sanders Bohlke and a partner, Mr. Adair, of Kalalou.
More to come when I know more about it. But right now, I'm just speechless. This is beauty.
At this point I figure we've run the gamut. We've been apple picking in Connecticut. Pumpkin picking in Maine. Cranberry picking in Massachusetts. But the thing we hadn't done until a few days ago was berry pick.
But a trip to Connors Farm in Danvers (Danvahs) helped us check that off the list.
Now, I don't know much about the economics of berry picking of the blue and rasp variety, but if you factor in the labor that it takes to get those fellows off the bushes it is well, well worth the $5 a pint that they charge in the grocery store. I mean, I bet it took us 45 minutes to find enough berries to fill up 3 pints, and another 20 to find raspberries that were ripe enough to pull off the vine.
Factor in my refusal to wear sunscreen, the hour in the field is something we're more than happy to pay the heartier souls for. For it's their hands and effort that make my granola a little sweeter. And I reckon this is a thank you to them. You guys bust it out there. And we appreciate it.
I've not been so inspired in a long time.
I'm not even sure where Erie Colorado is.
But, to be fair, most folks wouldn't know where Athens, AL is, and I think it's one of the five most important cities in the US. So, I guess it's a wash. But we'll give it to the fine gentleman who shared this 2nd edition General Manners No. 1 and a cardboard deer.