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BBQ Chips, Ale 8 One, two Oreos and a Twinkie

That's a typical lunch in Kentucky. Ok, just kidding. It's what I had for lunch one day. Little miss health food here. Gosh, it was good.

Ale 8 One is the local soft drink, created, made and bottled in Winchester, my hometown. In fact, I'm staying in the founder's son's first wife's home, so there's plenty of Ale 8 around! All sugar and caffeine, we were raised on it. Not by my parents – they forbade its consumption. As little kids, we only got Ale 8 . . . → Read More About BBQ Chips, Ale 8 One, two Oreos and a Twinkie

23 July 2010
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Lexington

Driving around Lexington, I was continually reminded of Malvina Reynolds‘ song Little Boxes (Download little_boxes.wav). It’s the theme song from Weeds which is how I discovered the tune. It started up in my head everytime I headed out from Mom’s house and I couldn’t make it . . . → Read More About Lexington

29 November 2006
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The Thanksgiving Trip

Ooops! I left out a detail or two: one day I’m in Costa Rica living the high life, the next, I’m in Lexington, Kentucky, land of fast horses and fine women. Lexington is 18 miles west of Winchester where I was born and raised. For the most part. We moved around some while mom was in her marriage phase. But we started off in Winchester, took a hiatus, then returned to graduate high school when Mom re-married Dad (marriage three of four).

My immediate family now lives in Lexington where the action is: my two brothers and sister and, . . . → Read More About The Thanksgiving Trip

25 November 2006
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I Can See My Breath

Lexington is cold: 28°. There is frost on the ground and clouds when you talk. It’s been a long time since we’ve been in this kind of cold. Fortunately, we got to work our way down to the Lexington freeze. When we left Costa Rica, the temperature was about 70°. Dallas-Ft. Worth was 50°. Hearing the words "fifty degrees" over the loudspeaker was shocking enough… fortunately, we didn’t have to go outside in Texas.

The Dallas-Ft. Worth airport puts the huge in humongous. Our landing runway was so far from the terminal, it took 20 minutes taxi-ing at a . . . → Read More About I Can See My Breath

25 November 2006
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