Monthly Archives: July 2011

Isn’t 97 hot enough?

The weather people are not happy giving us the temperature, be it hot or cold. We have to hear about wind chills or heat indexes, thus producing statements like ‘It’s 97 degrees outside but it FEELS LIKE 110.’ No it … Continue reading

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An enjoyable three days.

Susie and I went camping last week at the Hardin Ridge Campground in the Hoosier National Forest on the eastern side of Lake Monroe. This was the first time in memory that we went camping just to camp. It was … Continue reading

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I hadn’t heard.

According to a sign board in the Library, today is National Ice Cream Day. I don’t who decides those things but this sounds like a good idea. Of course, with the temperature at a robust 91 degrees, better plan on … Continue reading

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Heirloom tomatoes.

I am growing an heirloom tomato this year; a Brandywine variety. It’s a favorite of the Amish which may explain why I like them as well. Today, I picked my first one and had a huge slice on a Thomas’ … Continue reading

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Any farmers out there?

A question for you farmers and fresh vegetable lovers. I just harvested my first crop of beets. I have not raised beets before so I’m trying to figure out what to do with the five gallon bucket full of them. … Continue reading

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One more year

In the annals of worthwhile hobbies, it can’t hold a candle to say, restoring a 1939 Ford Coupe, but today , my hobby produced a ripe tomato for my breakfast. Every year, i get excited about this. I guess I … Continue reading

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Decisions. Decisions.

We’re at the Mayberry Cafe in Danville and i can’t decide between Aunt Bee’s fried chicken and sheriff Taylor’s prime rib. Any ideas?

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