Froze Hose a.k.a. Ice Snake

Hello Gringos!
The title looks like a Puerto Ricon rap artist! Frozen Jose. Nah! It's my garden jose, uh hose. Daughter number II, Jen, had her friends over for a bon fire. There were wood stools placed around the fire to sit on. These were just sections cut out of a thick tree. What no one mentioned is that some of them had a hole through the center, which could have been inhabited. If they became warm enough, the resident may have come up for a look-see. Spose I would have heard if they did. My water hose was unreeled out to the bon fire site in case the fire got out of hand and to use in putting out the fire, but since it was 25 degrees, it froze - Ice Snake.

I thought this was interesting! It's an excerpt from the "Wilbur Post" post. You may remember the character, Wilbur Post, played by Alan Young, on the hit tv show "Mr. Ed". Of course Mr. Ed was played by a white horse named Lionel Hairymore. I think he stole it from lionel Barrymore who played Mr. Potter on "It's a Wonderful Life". I watched it last night. A wonderful 137 minutes uncut on VHS. If you see it on tv, they'll probably leave out a scene or two. Lionel Barrymore also played in "Captains Courageous" with Spencer Tracy, and Mickey Rooney. If this all sounds foreign to you, you really need to get out of the box and check out the old movies. Don't watch the remake with Robert Urich. It vacuums!

Mr. Ed actually writes the "Wilbur Post". What's the matter? You never hear of a writing horse? The premise of the show was that Wilbur had this horse that talked only in his presence. The horse had an attitude and was always getting Wilbur into trouble.
Anyway Lionel (Ed) answers FAQ
1. Is it true when you died you were buried standing up?
A. "Say brainless, don't they teach you anything?" (another line from It's a Wonderful Life). That's kind of like the quiz about where to bury the survivors. Surprize them! (You'd have to go back a few posts to understand some of these. You really should start from the beginning.
Duh! I'm writing this post, so I guess I'm still living. And to dispell another rumor, no one ever buried me up to my neck and then ran over me with a lawn mower. Also no one ever tied two horses' tails together and threw them over the clothes line just to watch them fight. Once someones grandfather tied a firecracker to a cat's tail and the cat ran into the barn and caught the barn on fire. But he didn't get a whipping because he could not tell a lie! There were just too many witnesses. Bytheway, a clothes line is not Christie Brinklys' name on the latest fashions at K-Mart. It's this wire you stretch from one pole to another, several yards apart, for the purpose of hanging clothes on after washing, so they could dry. Sometimes people would just lay their wet rags on a bush to dry, thus when the rags were stolen, they would say, "Now don't that take the rag right off of the bush". You should also see the movie "Lil Abner". It's in color so you'll like it. It's based on an old comic strip by Al Capp and the actors look just like the comic strip characters! It's a musical, but don't let that scare you, because the songs are hilarious! It stars Peter Palmer and Leslie Parish. Picture Leslie Parish with chocolate syrup all over her. Oh no, that's Janet Leigh in Alfred Hitchcock s' "Pshcho", which I don't recommend unless you are living in Camelot and need to be jarred back to reality. I still think the pendulum swings too far. So you must see Camelot. That's a place where I could definitely live! I want all of you to get netflix and order these movies! If you don't like these movies, then you are a McDonalds chicken sandwich - you have no taste. Yeah, squeeze the lump of coal until it becomes a diamond. Someone stop me!.
Back to FAQ
2. Is it true that Alan Young had to literally feed you your lines? That is, too tickle your muzzle with straw to make your lips move.
A. The opposite would be more accurate. Alan was more suitable for Vitalis commercials. He couldn't pretend to be happy if he won the lottery! Sometimes we put peanut butter on his lips so he's lick them and we'd just dub in the words.
3. What other roles have you played?
A. When I was a pony, I played Roy Rogers horse, Trigger. Roy was great too work under! They also had Buttermilk on that show. She was some fine Phillie! And the dog Bullet, same name as the dog in the Snuffy Smith comics, whom the editor's dog, Rusty Bullet is named after.
4. Have you ever turned down any roles?
A Yeah, the horse of the drunken gunslinger, Kid Shaleen, in "Cat Ballou". That drunken horse won an academy award! You should see this movie also starring Lee Marvin, Dwayne Hickman ( Dobie Gillis) and Jane Fonda. Picture Jane Fonda with chocolate syrup - oh, that's Janet Leigh.
I also refused the role of the horses head in Godfather. that one gave me nightmares. A little horse humor. Night mares for a horse is like a treat! Skip it!
5. I heard you were difficult on the set. Is this true and why?
A. I felt I was due certain concessions in light of my star power. I did insist on my own private trailer. Most of the actors were willing to grant me that. I stipulate that the camera be on my right side 90 % of the time. I insisted that if there were to be any tail shots, that my tail would be down to cover up my credentials. Afterall, this was meant to include younger audiences.
6. I heard your salary back then was in the four figures. Is that true?
A Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp stomp! Does that answer your question?

I hope you found that enlightening. Butheway, Roy Rogers was buried standing up! Hope y'all don't have night mares!
It's the night before the night before Christmas and I can remember the anxiousness as a child, the wonder and excitement of knowing, thinking that Santa would come thru my front door (our chimneys were closed off) and leave me a load of presents! It's warms my heart to know that many thousands of kids are going thru that right now. I wish them all a Merry Christmas and you too!
Here's a partial quote from an old classic, The Night Before Christmas" as quoted by Tommy Smothers:

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up!

Here's to memories. good night-sleep tight - Merry Christmas!

Sim-ply hav-ing a wonderful Christmas time!

Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas everybody! Merry Christmas building and loan! If you don't recognize that line you HAVE to watch "It's a Wonderful Life". I'm dead serious, you'll thank me later! And, you'll slap your mother. Hmmph! never seen "It's a Wonderful Life"! No kidding, if I have to waste my whole post to convince you, it would be worth it!! But you're smart, and I won't have to do that. Some day when I'm all caught up I may write my autobieulogy. That's what it's called when you write your own eulogy - from now on. I think I just coined a new word. How much do I get for that? Maybe just royalities. I'd be happy with a quarter everytime someone says autobieulogy. I would do writing workshops on that. My eulogy would start out, "Now of what you are about to hear, I am dead serious. Maybe this time you will believe me. I really don't like casseroles, chesse on brockley, grits, ice cream or much of anthing except pizza or hamburger, none of which would interest me at the moment". But it's Christmas time and I don't want to think about writing about dying right now.
I've been Christmas shopping and having a pretty good time. I had Christmas music on the radio, until they played Christmas Shoe and Blue Christmas back to back. That was about all I could take. Christmas Shoe is still dumb. I had to hear it once more to be sure. I think I'm right! There was a Beach Boys cd playing so things were fine again. Of course the stores were playing Christmas music. I missed church this morning but made it for Sunday school. We shared about the good and bad of the year 2008 for our families. Some lost jobs, some got jobs, some lost parents, some gained grandchildren. Evryone shared that there were some peaks and some valleys this year. You just have to remember when you are in the valley, that you were on a peak and you will be on a peak again and remember to take God with you to both. "It's a Wonderful Life" is about a guy named George Bailey. who was in the bigest slump and it looked like he might go to jail for something that was not his doing. He finally came to the conclusion that his family would be better off if he was dead and they collected on his life insurance policy. Then Clarence Oddbody ASII (Angel second class) shows up to show George what the world would have been like if he'd never been born. He says, "You look like the kind of angel I'd get".
other lines:
I was saving up for a divorce in case I ever get me a husband.
Teacher says, When a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.
You call this a home, why do we have to have all of these kids?
George Bailey lasso's the stork.
Zu Zu's petals!
No man is poor if he has friends.
To my brother, the richest man in town.
There's a million of them!
You have to watch this movie,

Merry Christmas!


Watch it!!!

My Generation!

Hi Guys,
I like that salutation, but most people probably don't identify. It's from the old deodorant commercial. Right guard, I think. This guy would be standing in front of his medicine cabinet, as we used to call it. He would open the mirrored door and someone on the other side would say "Hi Guy!" and proceed to tell him things like "You don't actually wear those 5-day deodorant pads under your arms. Then there was the wet-head is dead! I liked that. No more brill cream, Vitalis, hair tonic and all that. Thank my generation for the "dry look". My generation also brought color tv. Ironically, most of the best movies were black and white. Yeah, we brought in a lot of trash. Someone please take that out. Cars became cool in the sixties, bucket seats, four on the floor, muscle cars. How 'bout rock and roll? I know some of it's bad. But some is good. You don't put down painting just because some idiots paint bad things. Let's not throw the baby out with the bath water. In the old days, way before my time, families used to share the bath water. They had to bring it in from outside and take a bath in a big wash tub. Adults first, then kids and then babies. By the time the little baby got her turn the water would be so dirty that when they threw it out, someone would holler, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water". Thank my generation for clothes dryers, microwaves and hamburger stands.

Most of the old rock and rollers are now in their sixties, of course, I'm not. I saw a movie a while back bout this guy who put together group of really old timers to form a rock group. These guys were so old that sometimes one of them would croak before the performance. You never knew who would live to be in the next show. They sang rock and roll stuff! I don't think they sang "My Generation" but it would have been perfect. Often when I hear a song now, I listen to it with the mindset of an old-timer. Try it! You'll be surprised how often it makes sense!

You have to picture these guys with their spectacles, hearing aides, walkers and wheelchairs!

My Generation by The Who

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
And don't try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Want to hear it? This video has a Tommy Smothers introduction. You'll have to copy and past this. I'm lucky to be on here at all. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xZOrWK6d4g

Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye - I say Hello.

Good-Bye

Dentally Incompetant

Hellow Fellows and Girl Fellows,
I made that journey back to the office of Dr.D. this afternoon. I was lucky. Wendi drew the short straw and had to decrud the left side of my mouth. Before I could warm the dental couch thing, Wendi had hung the gas mask over my face and turned on the juice. Wendi is now my Gas-Girl and I mean that in the most gentlemanly way possible. I think she must have gotten a new tank, because this stuff was working! I didn't care if Uncle Novocaine came in or not, but later I would care! I knew he was coming because she put the gel/creme stuff in my mouth with the three, two-foot long Q-tips. I held them there for seventeen minutes. She came back during intermission to see if everything was still okay? I said "More sweet tea please", but then remembered this was not a restaurant. The waiting fooled me. Besides, I was off to other adventures. Then Dr. D. came in with the Novocaine. The gas was working so well, even he looked cute. Then came the 1/4 inch foot-long needle with the football pump syringe. You ever see a large ship pull into harbor? They pull in real slow, like slow motion, like Slow Bruce-Blue Spruce. Read yesterdays post. When they finally make contact with the huge rubber stoppers, they bounce 2 or 3 times before coming to a stop. That's what this hyperdemeric is like, only there's nothing hyper about it. I think one of those needles came out thru my left cheek and I'm not talking facial. Anyway, the Christmas music was playing, the manger scene was set up and I was just fine.Even if I did have to grip my own flesh a little tighter! I'm having this wonderful time and then it hits me. I could write a screenplay about a comedian who has run dry. When he goes to the dentist and gets this laughing gas, he gets inspired! I'll get Steve Martin to play the part. He's lying there and his cell phone vibrates. He answers it, Herrow? This is the brank? Yeth, I'm weady to move ahead with the roan. Rokay, rill trok wraater. He takes this routine to the nite club and they love it. He does this act for two weeks. but then he needs another act. So he has to go back to the dentist. He pulls a filling loose so he can get an emergency appointment. The gas is doing it's thing and he's writing a routine about an elephant keeper who has a date with a girl who thinks he is a CIA agent. Of course he can't get rid of the odor, so he goes thru these wild and crazy schemes to keep her from getting too close, even though he very much wants her to get too close. Back to me. I'm lying here thinking of silly thoughts and occasionally I have to stifle a belly laugh. Part of me is near hysterical and the other part is in serious pain. Did you ever see The Two Headed Transplant. They transplanted the head of this escaped convict onto the shoulder of this very tall, large mentally handicapped young man. When they woke up, the criminal head didn't miss a beat. Come on, let's get out of here. He proceeded to do bad things. The other head was crying, because he was a good soul. It's kind of like that. I'm telling myself focus on the fun me and ignore the hurting me. It's like trying not to think of a purple possum. The more you try, the harder it is. But I did overcome. Then there was another problem. I was too happy. I was in danger of doing the Elvis sneer. The curled lip. That happens when you try to stifle a laugh. I didn't want Wendy to think I was laughing, or impersonating Elvis. She might just think my lip was itching. Every now and then I would get the three taps on the chin to let me know to close up on Mr. Sippie. I then realized how numb my face was. It was soon over. I went to my car and the Johnny Rivers cd was playing. I started to sing along and realized I sounded pretty darn good.

I washed my hands, in muddy water.
I washed my ha-ands, but they wouldn't come clean.
I tried to do-o, what my daddy taught me, oh yeah,
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream!

You see, when one of your cheeks (that's face) is numb, it makes you sound just like a country singer. You can kinda get the idea by pinching as much of one cheek (facial) as you can and then hold that while you sing. The other way would be to get a big plug of "Bull of the Woods" chewing tobacco or "Cold Turkey" or "Devils Chewing Gum" and stick that in your cheek. Only problem is pretty soon you got yourself two mouths, cause that stuff will eat right thru. So you can sing country songs and sip beer at the same time, making every country singers dream come true!

I said warden, when's my time up?
He said son, you know we won't forget.
And if you try to just keep your hands clean, uh-huh
We just might make a good man of you yet!

Hot dog! I just found me two new careers! Also I could be a prize fighter, you know a boxer. When my face is numb, I won't feel a thing. I won't care how hard they hit me. If I can just figure a way to get the gas out there.

Well I couldn't wait, to get my time in.
I broke out, broke out the Nashville Jail.
I just crossed Atlanta Georgia, uh-huh,
And I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail.

Yep I'm thinking about adding a DDS to the end of my name. Dental Dependent Syndrome. Hows that for an idea? If you get a disease or have a bad habit, that gets added to the end of your name. Because they will soon discriminate against smokers or overweight people in matters of qualifying for health insurance. Your premiums could go up. Sam Walker DKR (drinker). Sue Mallard SMKR. Tom Brown HHD. (hot head) Jean Smith LBN (lame brain) I do not know anyone by these names, so if it happens to be your name, I'm not talking about you. So you could say Ralph UpJohn PRND (paranoid)

so long, Merry Christmas! Walt Lewis GGR

I was born, in Macon Georgia,
They kept my daddy, in the Macon Jail
And he said son, If you keep your hands clean, uh-huh,
You won't hear those bloodhounds on your trail.

I washed my hands, in muddy water............

Slow Bruce - A Christmas Tree Saga

Hi guys!
I mentioned my Christmas Tree that we practically stole for $35. I wondered what could be wrong with a tree that's 10 feet tall, 6 feet wide, smells great, has a straight trunk and even has a firm top on which to attach our heavy star. As Elwood P. Dowd would say, it's a little spiffed! It can't stand up straight. I named my tree because when he falls, it's in slow motion. You can see him begin to fall from across the room and then just like OJ in the UPS commercial, sprinting thru the airport, jumping turnstiles you can get there in time to catch him. His name is Bruce, Slow Bruce! Try that line on the chicks. I call him Slow Bruce-Blue Spruce. He fell over, with all of the lights wound around his waist 20 times. And all of those ornaments. What a mess. Of course the three gallons of water all spilled out too. Aaron and I got him stood back up. About an hour later, I had all the lights back up.

Undie Regulation:
This is not about the guys that wear their levi's at half mast. I'm talking about regulation as in with utilities. At first we regulated them. Then some Einstein got the idea that we should deregulate them and let free enterprise do it's thing. We did that with the gas companies and they all got together and decided to follow congress and just agree on a raise for everyone. All of the Gas Guys. So now they collectively gouge us. I am ready to underegulate them! That's what I meant. You know they charge for your space in the pipeline. How about milk? Do I have to pay for my space in the udder? Because this is udderly rediculous! Saw it coming. I know. I'm sorry. Do we pay for our space in the um - where eggs come from? And who ever was the first one to decide that we should eat something that comes out of a chickens' kazooer? Wish I could think of something like that. Guess I was born at the wrong time. Of course, I would have been dead by now, so. I'm glad I was born when I was. If I had been born later, it would have been difficult for my mother. I was born the same year as the Corvette. That should tell you something. My transmission is slipping, my valves are worn and the seat is in pretty rough shape too! I once had an eye problem. I went to a opthamologist, fireman, general practise, neurologist and finally a neuro-opthamologist. They finally said that I am a classic! That made me feel swell! They took about a gallon of blood to use for future testing and said don't call us - we'll call you - if we find a cure. There probably isn't one unless they take off my head and put on another one that has better eyes and maybe straighter teeth. My drivers license is good until 2017 so hopefully they'll come up with something by then.

I'm going back to the dentist tomorrow for Torture Part II. Guess I'll see the Gas Man again. It seems everywhere I go I am confronted with gas. Perhaps, I'll start a new series entitled "Gas- our friend". It really is. If you could not have gas, you would explode. We need gas for heating, running our cars, anesticizing our mouth at the denist and for whoopee cushions..Yes, gas is our friend. By the way, you may have heard that cow flatulance is more responsible for the ozone problems than motor cars and electric power plants. So when you eat a burger, you are supporting global warming. But hey, it's winter and I think we could use some warming. They say a cold winter ensures a smaller bug population. I have never seen a smaller bug population.

Have a nice evening - may visions of sugar plums dance in your heads! but only if they take thier shoes off.

Tis the Season to be Jolly!

Hi friends,
I call you all friends, because no one other than, would bother to read such tripe! You can't even wrap fish in this or line the bird cage when you're done! Best thing I can say is that it's free. I went to a White Elephant party yesterday. As Neil Armstrong would say, "It was a blast". Now there were several dishes. Some were casseroles. You never know what is in those. I kept wondering which one had the white elephant in it. I hear it taste like chicken. I think it was in the desert! No one does chocolate moose anymore. The new rage is Vanilla Elephant! Sounds like a sixties group. Remember Vanilla Fudge, Cream, Strawberry Alarm Clock. Deep Purple, Iron Butterfly? It turned out, what we did was open good and bad gifts. The worst gift was probably the deluxe whoopee cushion set, complete with official Making Whoopee sweatshirt. Making whoopee, used to mean something else entirely. Wear it proudly Mike! Or put it in a time capsule not to be opened before 2050. Imagine what the write-up would say: Apparently due to economic downturn in the first decade of the century, masses turned their attention to the gas filled cushions which made flatulent audibles when sat upon by unsuspecting guests. In the past, we had gifts like the awful-ugly clock, once picked out to be a thoughtful wedding gift. That thing was thrust upon unsuspecting recipient year after year and finally was deposited in Florida. Another was the ugly old woman with sagging appendages, standing on the scales. This coveted item was passed around also. This year one of the gags was a singing frog. We finagled and schemed the best we could to get it in our possession, for we knew it's worth. But some of the other grandparents also wanted the coveted croaker to display for their grandbabies. Alas, we lost possession of the green toad. Just then as the party was over, our friends, the sponsor of the gift, handed us our very own Christmas Frog. We had fought like five year olds for this thing and now it was ours! But more importantly we had thoughtful friends! The Sills, not the Cowsills, another group, not the Window Sills, they might now be known as the Frog Sills. Thanks guys! Now we can listen to the ribit rock all Christmas season! Another time capsule item would be the set of VHS tapes and the 8 year old box of Millenios, the special edition box of Cheerios commemorating the year 2000. Supposedly there is a "2" in there with all of the "0's". We also had fun naming state capitols. I thought of two! That's a really sadistic game! I used to like to play"name that disease". Of course now that most of my lady friends are nurses, it's not as much fun! When you get my age, your lady friends are nurses by default. Fortunately, my wife is a nurse. She won't let me croak until I build up a retirement, so I keep drawing it out. It's life insurance. She keeps hinting that I should get double indemnity. That's where if you loose all 5 appendages in one accident, resulting in death, she collects double. She's been reading those Stephen King books and I'm a little worried. Better pull a little more out of retirement.

I had to go back to work today after five days off. I got home and Jennifer (daughter) says it's cold. My usual response is "put on a sweater". I checked the thermostat and it said 66. A little low even by my standards. I crunk it up, but it wouldn't crank. Just then Aaron "son" informed me there was a notice from the gas company. They had shut off our gas. Well! We found our bill which wasn't due until December 30th, so we called. They admitted their error and promised to shut the gas back on by the 19th. Can you shut things on that have been shut off? Today is the 15th. that's 9 days! Are they crazy?! I told the guy we have four people here who needs baths and dishes to wash and we want our gas back on tonite! I told him we're going to stand around here naked until they get her, because we are ready for our baths! He said he'd check. We went back and forth 3 or 4 times with him and then his supervisor, who was named Teeko, or something. I won't say the name of the company, but I am switching both my houses to someone other than Gas South. I guess all of their guys are busy filling those whoopee cushions at night and can't break free to restore my gas. If I had failed to pay my bill, there would be a $200 reconnection fee and a $5000 deposit!.
Anyway it is now 69 degrees, I guess, after baking cookies. We put up more Christmas decorations and played Christmas music. The tree smells wonderful. It's a big wide blue spruce. We could have gotten an artificial tree for $230 but this one was almost free and we had the fun and adventure of chopping it down, loading it on top of the car and hightailing it out of there before getting caught. It didn't leave that big of a gap. In a few years another will grow right in it's place. I stole that line from my dentist, Dr. D.

I'm going to bed where it's warm. Hope you will do the same. Good night nurse!

Alice's Restaurant

Hi guys,
Probably not many remember Arlo Guthrie and Alice's Restaurant. I had the album, but don't know the whole story, so I hope it's not a bad one. The line in the song was :You can get anything you want, in Alice's Restaurant - excepting Alice". I always thought somehow it had something to do with protesting the war. Anyway, it's seems, I have been in a restaurant or two every day, so, let's do RESTAURANT REVIEW:
Okay, we were with friends at Logans the other day. You get free peanuts, right off the bat, but apparently, the way they keep you from eating the peanuts and just leaving, is to not bring you water. They took our drink orders, 3 waters and a tea. Twenty minutes later, they came back to see if we needed refills. What are y'all drinking? Nothing, so far! We did have some hot rolls and butter. No plates. I was hoping when my pork chop comes, it will have a plate. I could just eat it like fried chicken, but the baked potato would be difficult. We go on talking another 30 minutes or so and I ask my friends, "Did we not order food?'. Yes we did. A good time was being had by all, so, on this night, we weren't too worried about the temporary starvation. Our waitress, Roxanne, was friendly and likable, but 1 fish short of being effishunt. Don't spend too much time on that. About being likable, I first chose likeable and spellcheck didn't seem to lik it. Likable seems to better describe a Popsicle. The food was great. We had the 2 for S13.99 special. I guess you don't get violins and champagne for that!.
Another establishment we visited with more friends was Long Horns. I must say they were effishunt and pleasant and the food was again very good. But, at this steak house, they did not have baked potatos, or is it potatoes. It's a tough country. You can be friends with racists and terrorists and still become president., but if you misspell potato as judge in a spelling bee, using their list, you can not even become a Wal Mart greeter!. Help me out here, Quayle. I offered the waitress to drive over to Publix, around the corner and get them some potatos. We had french fries. I later wondered why could not they have just baked some of those potatos, they were making french fries out of. Now, we have to go back a few years to an Italian restaurant at Myrtle Beach. Now when I say Italian, I'm not being racist, they actually say that on the sign. I order steak. With my steak, I ordered potatos. They could have been baked potatos or french fried potatos. I was Mr. Flexible. The diego waiter, whoops! informed me that this being an Italian restaurant, they did not serve potatos. I informed him, that if you advertise steak, it would be ridiculous not to also offer potatos. That would be like - like - having - steak without potatos! Or scrambled eggs without bacon or grits. Like having bar b without q. Okay, that didn't make sense. So the Italian waiter becomes somewhat indignant. I love how some words are almost lik a picture of what they mean. You can say "indignant" and just picture this uppity, stuffed shirt person, being totally repulsed at some otherwise daily activity of the uncouth, such as I. I'm not all that intelligent. My world view is not very fined tuned. You're perusing the writings of a lunatic. I'm the guy who thought the governor of Chicago was in trouble. If that takes you a minute, neither are you the smartest person in the world. But, even I know that there is no entire country in the world, not even in 3rd or 4th world nations, where the people don't eat potatos! You take away their potatos and they will revolt! You check it! Alexander the Great, never took away his subjects potatos. Nor did Mussilini, or even Castro. Well, I can tell you, a restaurant without potatos is a restuarant without yours truly.
I'll keep trying different restuarants and I'll let you know what I find out.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine and look out!
I'm cooking steaks on the grill tonite. No complaints about the cook, the food, the waitress, the ambiance and no heads left on the meat! Also we are having baked potatoe!

Chow!