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Hi. Nothing much today. I replaced a cut-off to my hot water heater and raked leaves. And I fed Frau Grace oysters. She’s nutz about oysters. And clams. And now it’s crayfish since I made jambalaya the other day. She’s just plain nutz about shellfish.
I was six and Billy was seven:
Seventy years later:
Isn’t it so good to find your very first best friend after so many years!
Hey, folks, I’m still trying to make a few bucks on the side…
Today I’m in Rehoboth Beach visiting my childhood friend, Billy. That’s from Pennsylvania when I was 5 and 6 years old. Photo tomorrow.
I missed a day. I’m in Maryland, and while I’m away from home my posts may be a little spotty.
And as I said yesterday, my posts may be a little erratic for a couple weeks . I’m putting my house up for sale. I don’t use it so much any longer, and I’m A little tired of commuting. Back 20 years ago I loved to come over here and work all alone. Those days are pretty much over, I’m sad to say. So please excuse me for a couple of weeks
Steve S.emailed me the truth about commercial mushrooms. Turns out I was wrong. Theyre not grown in cow poop. I think that they were originally. It was always my understanding that the first commercial mushrooms were grown in abandoned coal mines in Pennsylvania, and they were grown on cow manure. Maybe they were, but now it’s much more sanitary, Most of the mushrooms are still grown in Pennsylvania not far from where I was born. Here’s an article.
I’ve done quite a bit of wild mushroom hunting in my day. No kidding. I’d always try them out on Frau Grace, and if she lived, then I’d eat them. Years ago I was in Norway staying with the afore mentione3d Dag, and he had to go out in the morning. I w2as left there in his house with nothing to eat, and then I noticed mushrooms growing on his lawn. I brought them in, cooked them and ate them. When Dag returned he asked my if I had had breakfast. I told him about it. He was aghast. For two days he kept looking at me funny like, expecting me to go into convulsions. Well I didn’t. They were blewits, a very tasty species.
I’m leaving tomorrow for my place up north.If my posts are a little spotty, that’s why.
I read an article the other day about problems farmers are having in the State of Michigan. I had no idea that half of the food that I eat that is grown here in the good ol’ USA is grown in human poop. At least the article says so. I’ll stop saying bad things about Chinese water chestnuts and bamboo sprouts etc. It looks like we’re as much to blame. The problem is there are tons of bad stuff in left over human poop (They call it sludge to make it sound better) Here’s the article.
I don’t mind horse poop on my tomatoes. I guess even cow poop is ok. That’s how they grow mushrooms, for sure. But, Geeze! Now every time I eat a hunk of cabbage I’ll look down on my plate and picture a big turd. God help me!
Two posts ago I mentioned my friend Dag, the “Editor” for those of you who read Pyton in Norway when you were perverted pubescent teenagers. That film clip was from the “B” movie, Glen or Glenda? from 1952, with Bela Lugosi and Ed Wood. When the movie Ed Wood came out in 1994, which is a terrific movie by the way, Dag loved it when Martin Landau who played Lugosi said “Pull the string” in his Hungarian accent. It’s a real bad movie as were all of Ed Wood’s films. But it’s pretty much a consensus that the worst film ever made was Ed Wood’s Plan Nine from Outer Space. You probably know that. Over the years I’ve tried to watch it three times, and I just can’t stay awake. Ed Wood was not only the world’s worst film maker, he was a transvestite. I think he pretty much played himself in the movie. One burning question which has always bothered me is who the heck would ever hire him to make a film?
Robert R. sent me an email concerning my comments about cow flatulence:
They are organic just like shit and therefore must be good for the earth. Also I remember reading not long ago that smelling farts is good for you as the H2S in small quantities seems to help prevent cancer. I am not making this shit up.