Captain’s Log 6,025
I was up and out of the house at 6:30 this morning to give a speech about the museum to a local Kiwanis Club at a nearby restaurant. I must admit, I was really funny. When the crowd responds to even the smallest crack of humor, it’s so much easier for me to swing into high gear. I left them with guest passes and brochures. All of them were playing with the little green army guys I left as a treat. Kids are kids no matter how old they are.
How to excite a bunch of retired men at a cheap breakfast buffet at 7:00 in the morning.
The scrambled eggs were delicious (lots of cheese). The fried potatoes were weird and I only took a bite (black olives that I love but not in fried taters so much – kinda yuck). I had juice and coffee too. And a pancake! There is something about pancakes when somebody else makes them.
I gave everybody a guest pass too. What the hell. It kind of went along with the whole pancake excitement.
And now it’s off to the salt mines.
Speaking of salt, I love the pink stuff from Pakistan. It’s marketed as Himalayan salt. Makes you think ascended spiritual masters knock away sacred rocks from the mountain and carefully put it in little bottles that sell in high end foodie stores. Not true. It comes out of the ground in chunks. It’s still sold in high end foodie stores (or very cheaply at Trader Joe’s – the choice is yours).
Some guy probably sits in that chair and pounds it into smaller rocks. My salt started out in some dirty heap in Pakistan. For all I know, it’s filled with bugs and dirt. Ask me if I care. This stuff is delicious!