I just finished reading Iowa Curiosities: Quirky Characters, Roadside Oddities & Other Offbeat Stuff by Dan Coffey and Eric Jones with Berit Thorkelson.
The book is packed with lots of interesting information, but one of the things that jumped out at me was a mule named Becky. Now, when Tracy Thompson mentioned that her grandfather had a mule named Becky, I thought, “Hey! What kind of name is that for a mule?!?” Turns out, Becky seems to be a popular name for mules. Sigh.
Hey, I’m as stubborn as the next Becky, but does this one have to show me up by serving in a war? (She’s buried in a mule cemetery at Nelson Pioneer Farm in Oskaloosa, Iowa.)
Oh well. The book is fun and interesting, and it makes me want to explore … maybe when it warms up a little.
Think they’ll blog about it? And take pictures of the Kum & Go? And pick up other execs along the way?
Rep. Brad Sherman, D-Calif., was the one who asked the executives if they flew commercial to Washington, D.C. None had.
I suppose Sherman had a decent question. So when will he get his D.C. colleagues to start road-trippin’ in and out of the city? Or maybe he’ll convince them to hitchhike when they go on their PR junkets to Iraq.
Has it really been a year since Studs Terkel published his memoir (the one I haven’t read yet)? Amid frantic events and our tumbling descent in a handbasket, Terkel died peacefully at home in Chicago on Halloween at 96. At least it wasn’t the curiosity that got him.
Well, not exactly buttah. I cheated and didn’t use a strainer or food grinder, so my apple butter is lumpy. But, hey, it’s apple butter. I got fancy yesterday and used the food grinder on the applesauce. It’s more like buttah than the apple butter. Oh well.
I heard someone on election night say that everyone will remember exactly where they were when Barack Obama was elected president. Yep. I was at home. Making apple butter.
Congratulations, President-elect Obama, on your victory.
You said you need my help.
Yes, you do.
You said you will be my president too.
Yes, you will.
You said you hear my voice.
I’d love to agree with that, but you have shown me that you hear only what you want to hear. So, while I have a wholelotofotherthings I could say, I’ll leave it at this for now:
