I've been to Sam's Club several times over the last few days getting a card for the church that will allow us to buy things as a non-profit and thus avoid sales tax. They have a good deal on folding chairs and we need more.
As a result of my visits to two different Sam's Club locations I've concluded that if you don't like the answer you get to a question, just go back later, or to another location and you'll get a completely different answer. Do that enough times and eventually you'll get the one you want.
I rented a carpet shampooer from Home Depot this morning (heavier duty than what you get at a grocery store) and did the carpets at the empty rental I've been working on. I had time left on the 4-hour rental so I came home and did our living room, the first time since we had the carpet installed a little over a year ago. Wow! The desert dust covers everything whether windows are open or closed, but I was surprised at how much had collected in the carpet. Yuck!
Mike D'Antonio has coached the Suns for the last 5 years and averaged over 50 wins each year. He's just signed a contract to coach the NY Knicks for four years at $25 million. The Knicks have averaged 31 wins over the last seven seasons and won 29 games this year. D'Antonio hopes to get another NBA job after this four-year stint.
One has to ask the question. Now that Barak Obama has the lead in both committed delegates and super delegates, and is a statistical lock to win the nomination, why is Hillary Clinton vowing to stay in it through all the primaries? She has nothing better to do with $6.4 million than loan it to her campaign?
I rode the bike into town for our Saturday lunch at Chick-Fil-A. Half way down the 101 I see that my lane has debris up ahead.
Scattered over a stretch of about 1/4 mile are half a dozen dolls.
There's a story behind this one and I'd love to know what it is. I can imagine some pretty bizarre scenes. But bottom line is a dad that's probably in a heap of trouble. He's got a trip to the toy store in his future!
What is the most remarkable meal you've ever eaten? I use the word remarkable instead of best because they may not be the same. I've had some really great food on occasion, including at a couple of 5-star restaurants. But the most remarkable meal was arguably one of the worst I've eaten.
Ugali is made from a root that the Africans (at least those in Tanzania) boil down to a thick paste that is pure starch, and what little taste ugali has isn't what anyone would call good. The customary way to eat ugali is to reach into the common bowl set in the center of the group and grab a small clump. You then roll it into a golf-ball sized orb, make a depression in it with your thumb, and use that depression to scoop out some of whatever is in the other bowl, usually just a broth.
In this case the other bowl had chicken broth, a broth that came from the boiled chicken torn into small pieces and piled in a third, smaller bowl. I'm guessing that chicken qualified to live in Sun City.
What made this meal one I'll never forget is that it was shared by eight of us on a Sunday afternoon after church in a remote Tanzanian village: four of us from the U.S. - two students, another faculty member and myself - and our hosts, the pastor and three of the elders. We sat on low wooden benches in the pastor's small, two-room mud brick home. Their wives who had prepared the meal sat outside. I later learned they would share any food that was left over, if there was any. I also learned that meat of any kind, even a chicken old enough to drive, was a rare treat for the poor residents of this village. Animals were more valuable alive for the milk (goats) or eggs they supplied. Slaughtering a chicken for the honored guests from America was a real sacrifice on their part. I was incredibly humbled to eat ugali and boiled chicken.
The fanciest meal I've ever had was at the Carnelian Room atop the Bank of America building in San Fransisco. Outstanding meal and incredible setting. But in terms of impact it doesn't compare to that Sunday afternoon meal in eastern Tanzania.
Can you remember a meal that made an impact on you?
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