About that boat we were in…

Contrary to what my mother wrote on the photo I posted on Monday, we didn’t build that boat. Heck, we were just little kids. It was my father’s snapping turtle box. He used to go hunting snapping turtles in the swamps near Salem, New Jersey. He would bring back that box full of snappers, which, by the way, pound for pound, are the nastiest critters on the face of the planet. He would always bring me back a little box turtle as well. I don’t know what he did with the snappers. He probably turned them loose in the Delaware River near where he worked in Marcus Hook, Pennsylvania. Only once did he kill one to try cooking it. He chopped the head off, and the damn thing was still trying to bite you the next day. Tomorrow I’ll tell you about the crick at the bottom of the hill where we played.

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Tuesday

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.

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Billy and Buddy

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…

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Sunday

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sorry

I missed a day. I’m in Maryland, and while I’m away from home my posts may be a little spotty.

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I’m in Maryland

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

 

 

 

 

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I Stand Corrected.

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.

Robert R. backs up his statement about flatulence.

I’m leaving tomorrow for my place up north.If my posts are a little spotty, that’s why.

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Continuing on That Same Topic

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!

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OK, I’ll Explain

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.

Best regards
Robert R

Thank you, Robert for that fascinating pearl of information.

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Speaking of Which…

Warning: Graphic video. Some nudity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fro0m 1995. Sorry, I don’t have the color files for early Sundays.

Years ago my cousin Bob got this message on he answering machine. From my mother: “Bob, call me back. I can’t find your telephone number.”

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