Thursday, July 31, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
What the hell is "corriandar"?
And what moron ...
... allowed this to go to press?
... printed a zillion copies?
... accepted the order?
... distributed them across America in gross quantities?
But what worries me the most is, how many were sold to total idiots who don't know how to spell "coriander"?
Sheesh, maybe worse - how many don't even know what it is?
Sunday, July 20, 2014
As we were packing up to leave Fort Worth, Hoss spotted a large cricket hiding under the truck. Paisan used to love chasing bugs and butterflies back when we lived in a stick-and-brick house, and I feel bad that she hasn't had much outside play time. So I scooped him up, took him to the cab, and deposited him next to her as she dozed in her bed. She sat up, stared at him for a moment, then gave him a good cuffing. He jumped under my seat and found a hiding place neither of us could find, and there he stayed.
Hoss thought I was crazy for setting a cricket loose in the truck. "He's going to chirp all night," he predicted. I expected the dang thing to be dead by dark, but I was beginning to think Hoss was right. But shortly after dinner, Jiminy flew past my nose and landed on the dinette table - with the cat stalking him from the floor. Hoss put the cricket on the floor for her and Kitty Funtime began.
She must have chased and batted him around for half an hour. It wasn't long before he'd lost the ability to jump, which gave her even more of an advantage. Eventually, they both ended up under a cabinet where we keep her litterbox. She crouched patiently, and from her body language alone I knew he'd found yet another undetectable hiding place. And there he remains.
If he survives, I doubt that he'll be chirping much with a single good leg - or possibly no legs at all.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Yup, just balloons. But they're only one manifestation of an attitude toward, a connection with, an appreciation of, this company's drivers. You won't find a carrier who feeds lunch to everyone who turns up at a regional center every day. Or who recognizes achievements with new truck raffles, weekend getaways, and cruises. Or even one who helps you grow your business and lets you run it the way you choose without pressure or consequences if you don't take every job offered.
While I'm very pleased with the new Grand Prairie facility, one driver I met last week looked around on his first visit and said "This is it?" I'm not sure what he thought was missing, because this is a big, beautiful facility. But some folks just can't be pleased.
I'm sure his comments regarding the balloons would be negative, and no doubt something snarky about giving the money spent on them to the drivers. He would be missing the point. If he isn't making the money he thinks he deserves, he has no one to blame but himself. And those balloons are a celebration of that opportunity.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Lo and behold, our best route toward good freight took us right smack through Price, Utah.
And so at Noon the next day, we drove down 2nd Street in Price and came upon the very beautiful Greek Orthodox Church of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary:
Where they have a dandy sense of humor:
And a reputation for fabulous Greek food, as evidenced by the looooong line waiting to get into the food pavilion:
Caution! Food porn ahead:
We ordered take out for two meals apiece, knowing full well that a single meal wouldn't satisfy the craving. The gyro was overstuffed with tender slices of beef and lamb, tomatoes, onion, a bit of lettuce, and plenty of tzatziki wrapped in a pillow soft pita. The dolmas were tender and perfectly seasoned. Both were heavenly. We also had spanakopita, tiropites, roast lamb, pork souvlaki with a fabulous lemony-garlicky marinade, a creamy pilaf, fasolakia, and a small slice of karidopita and loukoumades for desserts.
The good Greek ladies of Price, Utah made us very happy this weekend.
If you're surprised, as I was, to discover that Utah has a substantial Greek population, you can read about it here.
Or if you'd have never guessed that the annual Greek Fest in Salt Lake City draws 100,000 people each year, just Google "mormon food".
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
En route to Seattle:
|Sad Lincoln tries to hide behind a small tree in Laramie, Wyoming|
I was surprised to learn that Cokeville was the scene of a hostage crisis back in 1986. I don't remember it. The boys were 15 months old then, I was working nearly full-time and taking night classes at WSU. My life, I suppose, was too full to pay much attention to the news.How horrifying it must have been to the residents of that tiny little town.