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There is not nearly enough cynicism available on the www these days. I have pounced onto the information superhighway,
albeit a little late to the party. With so many ahead of me who have actual talent, I intend to stay behind the leaders and draft.
That puts me in the slipstream and I am not so much here to protect.
I am here to serve, baby.
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July 28, 2006 Bunny's Birthday
Neither of us ever thought we'd be this old. It is one of the few things we agree on.
Since Bunny is strongly opposed to me posting her name, her age or her photo, I will just tell you that she is still older than me.
We will post some nice photos from Steamboat Springs that are not of Bunny while we celebrate one of her birthdays.
For your info, I am soon hoping to be 52 years old, but not quite yet. Bunny's birthday is way, way before mine. Regardless, I am
quite pleased that she was born.
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July 18, 2006 Spicy Monterrey Club - Gone
What is wrong with you people?
Quiznos Sammich Shop has removed…repeat…REMOVED…the Spicy Monterrey Club sammich from their menu. I blame
you, dear reader. As a matter of fact, I blame all three of you. You did not order the Spicy Monterrey Club as often as you
should have. You should have been que’ed up by 10 a.m. every single morning of your life just to get your mitts on a Spicy
Monterrey Club sammich, the finest sammich ever designed and delivered to my pudgy fingers. Do you see my sammich
HERE????
No you do not. It is gone.
I actually teared up right there in the Steamboat Quiznos when when the pimple burdened 16 year old sammichmeister-
barristaguy began shuffling through his robotic preparations of my plain, old club on wheat. “Mustard or mayo?” Oh…the
boring agony of it all. I WANT THE SPICY MONTERREY SAUCE, YOU HORMONE-DEFICIENT NIMROD.
I didn’t say it.
He is somebody’s son and somewhere, surely somebody loves him. Besides, I am reasonably certain he was not in on the
decision to remove my item from their menu. It’s all he can do to get up by eleven most days just to get to this job. You see, I
have a son. I just nodded like a dashboard dachsund at whatever words he uttered in my direction and he made me a
“shredded Big Chief tablet paper on wheat.” Totally tasteless.
While he puttered away on my “boring on wheat,” I rationalized that with my pathetic…and I mean ultra-pathetic intestinal
balance – all that spicy Monterrey sauce was an intestinal lubricant to me. Each of the roughly million and a half Spicy
Monterrey sammiches I ate over time shot through me like a pear through a goose. There’s a Hallmark moment for you.
Through my tears of despair, I silently thought that maybe Quiznos has done me a favor.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…
Maybe I can fix this “corkboard sammich.” I’ll take it apart and line up on one side of the bread about 1,000 pills of St. John’s
Wort before slapping it back together. It won’t taste any better but maybe I’ll be calmer.
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July 14, 2006 Fish Pictures
My son went fishing offshore Lousiana with Eddy and his sons and
we got fish pictures. Here is Elvis, er...uh, Evan with a captured redfish.
These pics were taken by Clif Claycomb whose fine photo work can
be viewed at www.pbase.com/curos
The group pic of these fishermen include from left to right:
Eddy, Clif, Caleb, lots of dead fish, Brian and Evan.
All reports were that it was loads of fun.
Bosco the wonderdog has a broken tooth. We must drive to Ft. Collins, Colorado for a doggie dentist consult. Just the consult is
$100, then they have to decide what to do which consists of putting a cap on it or pulling it. I suspect that portion of the trip will not
be free either. The gas to get to Ft. Collins may cost more than that if oil prices hold this week. While we wait for the dog tooth
repair job, I am scheming on how to become a doggie dentist over the next few days, you know, just for the positive cashflow. I
remember a little news item in Dallas a few months back where a guy rented a mini-warehouse then sent out advertisements
and flyers to call in all customers to his new OB-GYN business. Not kidding. Sadly, it worked but since the guy wasn't really a
doctor, it didn't go real well for his "patients." Prison is in that particular man's near future. In the long term, it looks like he may
have punched a first class ticket to hell.
Of particular interest to my baking friends in Texas, the low last night on a clear and still Steamboat summer evening was 48
degrees and, yes, my windows were wide open.
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July 10, 2006 Water on the Moon
I have been to Lake Powell in Utah and Arizona many times. This is not my first trip there that covered well over 200 miles of the lake in a boat. Even knowing
exactly what to expect, it still has yet to fail to amaze me. What a place.
This desert magnificence was carved from sandstone by wind and the water of the Colorado River. There are some jeep tracks in the desert around Lake Powell,
but most of the landscape is too rough to build a road.
The Colorado River has the Glen Canyon Dam at Page, AZ slowing its flow. Lake Powell snakes from there to the north over 180 miles through spectacular
canyons that can only be seen from the air or the water or very, very ambitious hiking. The lake is named for John Wesley Powell, who explored this section of the
Colorado River in 1869, long before the Glen Canyon Dam was built. He and nine other explorers launched from Green River, WY with about ten months'
provisions and floated the wild river in four wooden boats. Five of them survived and emerged from the Grand Canyon (where Lake Mead is now) three months
later with fascinating stories of exploration.
Amazingly, Mr. Powell had only one arm. He had lost his right arm in the Civil War battle of Shiloh in 1860. After surviving the Colorado River, he served a long time
as Director of the US Geological Survey. His is a story worth reading.
The only reason we have ever been there is due to our friends, Ed and Stephanie. They have a boat and a love for Lake Powell that they shared with us when all
four of us were young and we had no children yet. Our kids are almost all grown now so we head to the lake together occasionally. It makes me and Bunny very
happy to get to spend time in that amazing place with Ed and Steph.
I have posted a lot more pics on Flickr, so go see them if you have the time. The link to my Flickr page is at the bottom of this page. Here are Ed and Steph...great
friends and great guides to Lake Powell.
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July 1, 2006 Life Without Computers is good
For the next week, I will not have access to a computer. I will be in the desert of the American southwest but mostly in a boat. We will be driving the boat most of
the length of Lake Powell in Utah and Arizona with our wonderful friends, Ed and Steph. Most of the time, the cell phone has no service either. We have done this
before several times. It is heaven.
Back next weekend.
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