The Photographer Me: Chapter Three – After The Storm

Hello again, Gentle Reader,

Today’s subject is a continuation of my new found photo addiction, this time featuring the catastrophic effects of last night’s major wind storm and my recovery efforts. 

In an effort to give you an idea just how bad things were, and how great they became after my cleanup, I will display the photos in a “Before and After” format, with the “Before” shots coming before the “After” shots, and the after shots coming after the “Before” shots. (This will, hopefully, make the complicated situation a bit easier to comprehend.)

OK, let’s get started…

Patio Furniture Cushions and Umbrellas Before Repairs:

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Patio Furniture Cushions and Umbrellas After Repairs:

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Wheelbarrow Before Recovery:

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Wheelbarrow After Recovery:

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Observation Bench, Pre-Restoration:

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Observation Bench, Post-Restoration:

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Wayward Branch Before Massive Cleanup Effort:

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Wayward Branch After Massive Cleanup Effort:

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Fallen Tree Before Murphy and I Went Hiking In Yosemite:

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Fallen Tree After Murphy and I Returned From Hiking In Yosemite:

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Hey, it was Yosemite, OK? I’ll get to it…

The Photographer Me – Chapter Two: The Naming Game Continues

Well, We all had such a great time with the “rocks” that I thought I would start photographing and naming some of the other personally owned inanimate objects in my life. This time, I have decided to go with my hats. Just one, to start with, but it’s a good one. In fact, it’s not just a good one, it’s a wonderful, wonderful one…

I was inspired by a commercial for the TV show , “Helix”. While I will probably never watch the show, there was something about the name that caught my attention. In fact, it brought me back to my childhood and made me think (warmly) about another TV show with a similar sounding name…

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you:

Helix the Hat

(The Wonderful, Wonderful Hat)

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The Photographer Me – Chapter One: With What This Day Shall I Do My Time?

So I was looking for something exciting to do and nothing was coming to mind. Then I thought, “Hmmm… Maybe I”ll see if I can figure out this camera thing – I haven’t used an actual camera since I got a cell phone, and that might be fun.”
 
So then I thought, “But of what can I a picture take?”
 
And then I thought, “I know! I’ll take a picture of a rock! We must have a rock in the back yard somewhere, and I’ll hunt it out and take a picture when it’s not looking! Bwahahahahahaha…”
 
So then I went outside to find a rock to photograph…
 
I searched for hours and hours and hours. I searched high and I searched low. I searched the back yard and the side yard and the front yard…
 
And then – out of nowhere – I saw a rock in need of a selfie… *
 
I raised my camera thing… I aimed… I clicked the shutter…
 
And…
 
My rock was digitally immortalized… 
 
Then I thought, “With what shall I do this photograph, its preservation to ensure?”
 
I thought.. And I thought… I thought and thought and thought and thought and thought. Finally, I was thought out and nothing was happening, so I decided to commence to consider…
 
I considered and considered and considered and then considered again.
 
Considering wasn’t getting me very far, so I decided to ponder and see if that might help…
 
I pondered. I pondered again… I pondered again and again and again. I pondered and pondered and pondered and then I scratched my head and pondered one more time…
 
Still nothing. I was becoming discouraged and decided to get up out of my chair and walk around while pondering to see if that might trigger an idea.
 
While I was walking around pondering with all of my might, I happened to to see Judy working a puzzle and thought, “I wonder why Judy doesn’t use her Facebook account?”
 
Upon that thought, I froze in my tracks and, right out loud, said to myself, “Hey!! Maybe I can talk Judy into posting my picture on her Facebook page and make it available to the entire world, that everyone might enjoy the awesome beauty of my rock!”
 
I was excited!
 
So, with high hopes and expectaions, I asked her if she would do that…
 
But Alas… She refused.
 
And I became desperate… What was I to do? How would I share my joy?
 
Then Judy said, “Why don’t you put it up on your own Facebook page? It will mean so much more to your friends, coming straight from you…”
 
I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly, so I asked her to repeat herself (something she HATES to do, I might add). She just looked at me and said, “You heard me.”
 
I rolled her idea around in my mind. I rolled it and rolled it and rolled it and rolled it again.
 
“Wait a minute… I wonder if this could work…”
And then, “Hmmm… This is interesting… I think that ‘rolling’ is more effective than ‘thinking’, ‘considering’ or ‘pondering’…
But I decided that to put it up on my own facebook page couldn’t do too much harm… In fact, I went out and found another rock to photograph and include in my upload…
 
In double fact, I found several, and have decide to upload the vast majority of them for your looking pleasure.
 
In triple fact, there are over a hundred of them to amaze you! Please, take your time as you gawk in disbelief and are overcome with wonderment. 

Or, at least, try not to fall asleep… 

To see (gawk in wonderment at) the rocks, click here…

Addendum:

* Since a rock is a rock, after all, and not an animate object, it is not capable of taking its own selfie, so I did it the honor of taking it for it.

Addendum #2:

Attention! Attention! Attention!

After a brief exchange (no, we didn’t swap underwear) with my friend Judy Eckberg Robertson, I have decided that our rocks need names. And, after further brief exchanges with Judy E.R. and Judy Kammerer, I thought it might be fun to open up the naming of our rocks to you, my adoring fans, friends and family….

What do you think? You want to help us name a rock? If so, just pick one and submit your entry.

Thank you for your kind attention… That is all…

To submit a name for a rock or rocks, click here…

How A Television Commercial Can Make Your Life Miserable…

Names are important. Almost everybody I know has a name, or, at least, an initial, and for good reason. If you don’t have a name, you can’t tell when somebody is addressing you. In fact, if you don’t have a name, nobody knows how to address you in the first place.

This situation would have the potential to make interaction with other people awkward. 

Think about some of the things that would change if you didn’t have a name…

Roll call in school:

       “Mary Smith”                         “Present”

       “John Jones”                          “Present”

       “David Munchmorton”      “Present”

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 Getting Married:

          “I, Sally Sue Grinchmeister, take you… … …Uh – I’m not sure where to go from here.”

Applying for a driver’s license:

         “Name?…Name?…Name? ”       “… Uh…Present?”

We can see why we all need some sort of handle in oder to get through life with a minimum of difficulty. 

But what if we are stuck with a name so horrible that we would rather not bother with it? Some of us can use a middle name (or initial – see link below), but some of us can’t. For example (These are actual first and middle names – not necessarily in that order – that people give their children – really)…

Carrion Abass          (Boy)

Vegas Younique      (Girl)

Dolton Emporer      (Boy)

 Stony Richard          (Girl – Yes, girl)

Rage Vader                 (Boy)

Ahmiracal Pretty     (Girl – could be worse – could be for a boy)

Love U.                         (Boy – OK, that’s not real, but it could be)

Any or all of the names listed above (or the complete lack of a name to begin with) would give someone a great reason to make a change in moniker…

…But none of them come close to having as good a reason to make a change as a guy who – seemingly – has a perfectly serviceable (even really cool – even great) name.

A name that has a really manly ring to it. 

A name that a lot of guys would pay good money to have.

Who says that a television commercial cannot change your life…

 

Can you imagine working at State Farm and actually having the name “Jake”?

This guy does…

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His life must have become a living Hell…

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Opening Scenes of Books That I will Never Write – Chapter 4: Introductions All Around – How to Get Your Names Truly Right

My name is Truly… Love Truly… Love U. Truly. Yes, that’s my real name and no, it wasn’t easy growing up with that name.  It was hard – real hard, and I have always wondered what my parents were thinking when they tagged me with it. 

I would have been happier with a name like Rocky Smith. Or Max Jones. Or Sam Hamburgowitzheimerlocktonspineligrauptonstein. 

Or Penelope. Why couldn’t they just have named me ‘Penelope’ with no middle or last name? 

But it’s ‘Love U. Truly’, so I have to live with it. And what’s my middle name? What does the “U.” stand for? It’s ‘U.’. Just ‘U.’.  They couldn’t even come up with a decent middle name to which I can fall back when people ask me  my name. Most guys can fall back to their middle name (or, at least, a cool nick name) when they think their first name won’t do…

“Hi, I’m Harold, but you can call me Hal.”

Well, that doesn’t work for me…

“Hi, I’m U., but you can call me U.”..

See the difference? And there are several other problems associated with having a name like ‘Love U. Truly’. Prospective employers don’t take it seriously when they see it on my resume. 

 “OK – Who’s the joker? who put this fake resume on my desk?”

I have never had an actual job interview because my resumes keep getting tossed into the shredder. That being the case, I have never had an actual job. It’s really very sad…

I have tried to get gainful employment my entire life, only to be laughed out of Human Resource offices all over the state. 

I’ve tried opening my own business a couple of times, but have never been able to attract customers because the DBA didn’t come across right…

‘Love U. Truly Bail Bonds’

‘Love You Truly, Bounty Hunter’

‘Love You Truly, Body Guard’

‘Love you Truly, Professional Hit Man’

See what I mean? There’s a disconnect in there somewhere.

One of the major issues with the name is that of introducing one’s self to someone new. That can be a real challenge, and it was never a good time for me. 

Until the day I met my soul mate, the love of my life…

“So, What’s your name?”

“‘U.’. What’s yours?”

“I asked you first. “

“Yes, I know. Thank you for asking. I’m ‘U.’. Who are you?”

Wait a minute. You’re not me. I am me. You are you.”

“Right.”

“Tell you what… You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine. You go first.”

“OK… I am ‘U..’ Who are you?”

“You haven’t told me your name, yet.”

“Yes I have – it’s ‘U.'”

“Wait a minute.. Are you telling me your name is ‘You? Y-o-u’?

“No, not ‘Y-o-u’ – Just “U..’ The letter ‘U..'”

“Your name is the Letter ‘U.?'”

“Yes. Well, that’s my middle name. My real first name is ‘Love,’ but I go by ‘U.’.”

“Your name is ‘Love’ and the letter ‘U.’?”

“Yes. ‘Love U.’ and only ‘U.’. Who are you?”

“I am ‘Me’.”

“OK – I think that we can agree that you are you and I am me, but what’s your name?”

“No, you are U. and I am Me, not you.”

“Yes, I am ‘U.’ and you are not me.”

“Yes I am.”

“Yes you are what?”

“I am ‘Me.'”

“Yes, you are, but who are you?”

“No, you are ‘U.’ and I am ‘Me.'”

“And we are we and we are all together, but who are you?”

“You are ‘U.'”

“We have established that I am ‘U.’ . What I don’t know is your name.”

“My name is ‘Me.'”

“Are you telling me that your name is ‘Me’?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Ahhhh! Right! What’s your last name?”

“Wright.”

“Yes, I think I have your first name right.”

“No! You’ve got my first name wrong! My first name is ‘Me’!”

“Yes, right. I understand that, but what’s your last name?”  

“‘Wright’. My last name is ‘Wright’.”

“Your last name is ‘Right’? R-i-g-h-t?”

“No, that’s wrong. My last name is ‘Wright’ W-r-i-g-h-t.”

“Ahhhh… I think I have it – Your first name is ‘Me’, which is right; your last name is not ‘right’, which is wrong; but your last name is ‘Wright,’ which is right! Right?”

“Yes! That is truly right! I am ‘Me’ and you are ‘U’! What’s your last name?”

“Truly.”

“Yes, tell me truly.”

“That’s my name – ‘Truly’.”

“What’s your last name?”

“My last name is ‘Truly’.”

“Oh! Your last name is ‘Truly’!”

“Right!”

“No, My name is Wright!”

“Not Wright! Right!”

“Truly?”

“Yes.”

“I think I get it… Your name is ‘Love U. Truly.'”

“Correct. And you are ‘Me Wright’. Right?”

“Correct.”

“Do you have a middle name?”

“Yes, ‘No’.”

“You do? Or you don’t?”

“Yes I do.”

“Tell me what it is.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Why not what?”

“Why won’t you tell me your middle name?”

“I did.”

“You did? What is it?”  

“Yes I did. ‘No’.”

“You are saying that your middle name is ‘No’?”

“Yes.”

“So your full name is Me No Wright?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Sigh… “I think I’m in love… Will you marry me?”

“I don’t know. Will he?”

“Will who what?”

“Will U. marry Me?”

“I just asked you that.”

“No, you just asked me if U. will marry Me. That’s different.”

“How is that different?”

“Why do you ask?”

And that, my friends, was when we decided to change our names to ‘Bill’ and ‘Judy’…  

Opening Scenes In Books I Will Never Write – Chapter Three: “Roses, Tears and Lemon Meringue Pie””

“Roses always made her cry, or rather, softly weep, tears of emotion turned to substance that emanated from the deep turquoise-blue pools that were, are and forever will be, her eyes; perfectly situated somewhere near the middle of the excruciatingly  nearly perfect rectangular orb that she referred to as her “face”.

“As each drop of the salty fluid fell toward the Earth, only to have its descent cruelly and prematurely halted as it struck her precisely cut slice of lemon meringue pie, it became progressively clearer to her that all of the roses in the world could not change the fact that she had ordered, not lemon meringue, but banana cream pie.”

(From “Reading Habits – Chapter One – Gag Me With A Spoon“)

My Comments On The 48th Super Bowl…

While I haven’t officially received any requests to summarize my Superbowl experience from last night, in anticipation of that request coming in from one or more of my dozen Facebook friends, I am going to go ahead and do so  by gathering my comments into one place.

I will also include some explanation, so you have a sense of what was happening to elicit my thoughts on the game.

Ready… Begin!

After the first 4 seconds of last night’s game, I thought to myself, “maybe if I’m not watching, it will get better,” so I put up the following status on Facebook and went into another room to read some more of my Clive Cussler novel. 

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After what seemed like an inordinately few minutes, my curiosity got the better of me and I picked up my iPhone and asked Susan Bennett (more commonly known as Seri) to please tell me the current score.

Imagine my surprise when she responded that the score was 22 – 0 in favor of the Seahawks… 

It was at this point that I realized that I was missing out on an historic opportunity to engage in the art of Snark, and, as befits one of my personality, I decided to go watch the rest of the game. 

And report my findings via my cellular telephone.

Let’s pick up where Troy Aikman asks Joe Buck,  “What do the Denver Broncos have to do to get back into this game?”…

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Then, the Bronco special teams made a “nice pickup” off a bad bounce on (yet another) Seattle kick off (something for which they are paid millions of dollars to do, by the way), and the Fox announcer declared in amazement “That was a nice pickup!”…

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And then something happened that defies imagination… Somebody in a blue uniform got the ball, walked directly (and successively) into the arms of FOUR (maybe more) guys in orange uniforms and then walked out of them again and ended up running 4,000 yards for – wait for it – wait for it – wait for it – a touchdown. 

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By now, we were starting the 4th quarter, and I began what I will refer to as my countdown to final obliteration…

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And then – something completely expected occurred – Seattle got another touchdown. Ho hum… How did that happen?

I continued with my countdown…

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And then, lamentation began to creep into my soul…

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So, for the sake of my own sanity, I resumed my countdown. Again…

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At the 2 minute mark a bit of desperation began to slither its way in, but I pushed forward with my countdown…

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And with 6 seconds still left to go…

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It was over. Done with. Finished. The annihilation was complete. 

So, in my own inimitable way, I moved on to post game commentary…

Stage 1: Try to think of something else to celebrate. Well, in addition to it being my Mother-In-Law’s 100th birthday, it’s also Groundhog Day…

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Stage 2: That was pleasant, but I had to get back to the game. So I found this…

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It was sadistic. It was awful. It was mean.

I loved it.

But in the end,

1. I have to give the Seahawks their due…

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2. I have to be grateful for the blessings I have…

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And…

3. I have to do something for the Broncos…

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I figure it can’t hurt.

Are You Ready For Some Football? My Super Bowl Pick…

Friend: “So, Bill, who are you rooting for in the Super Bowl?”

Me:  “You mean, ‘who do I want to win it’?”

Friend:  “Yes, who do you want to win the Super Bowl?”

Me:  “The 49ers.”

Friend:  “Uh… You do realize that they aren’t in the Super Bowl this year, don’t you?”

Me:  “Yes. But you didn’t ask me who was in it, you asked me who I wanted to win it. The fact that the 49ers aren’t playing doesn’t change the fact that I want them to win it.”

Friend:  “OK. Of the two teams who are actually playing, who do you want to win?”

Me:  “The Broncos.”

Friend: “Seriously? The Broncos? They are AFC! If you’re a 49er fan, you should be rooting for the NFC team – the Seahawks!”

Me:  “I’m also a Chargers fan, and they are AFC.”

Friend:  “But they aren’t playing, either.”

Me:  “That’s right. And if they were, they would be horribly massacred.”

Friend:  “So?”

Me:  “So that makes them the underdog, and I like rooting for the underdog – unless the 49ers are the overdog.”

Friend:  “But -“

Me:  “And since the Chargers aren’t in it to get massacred, and the 49ers aren’t in it to massacre them, I have to go for the next best thing and root for the surrogate underdog.”

Friend:  “But the Broncos are favored by two points – they  aren’t the underdog.”

Me:  “But they are AFC along with the Chargers.”

Friend:  “That makes no sense. It’s illogical.”

Me:  “It’s football. When did football fans become logical?”

 

Go Broncos!

The Domestic Me – Episode Two – Laundry: After Action Report #1

I refuse to acknowledge even the remotest possibility that a fitted sheet can be re-folded the way it was when you bought the thing. In fact, I don’t believe it was ever folded that way in the first place. I think they inject some sort of drug into the package that makes you think it’s folded.

There is a reason they call them “fitted”, and it’s not because they “fit” onto the mattress. It’s because folding them gives me fits.

When I was in the Navy, I learned how to fold my laundry correctly. I can fold socks, shirts, pants, underwear, towels and sheets. Yes, sheets.

The problem is that, in bootcamp, we didn’t have fitted sheets. We had two un-fitted sheets, and you had to be able to bounce a quarter off the bottom sheet in order to pass inspection. It is clear why they didn’t have fitted sheets  you couldn’t bounce an idea off a fitted sheet, especially after you have tried to fold it. 

You can do lots of things with a fitted sheet. You just can’t fold it neatly. I’ve decided to try to list a few of the things that you can do with a fitted sheet.

  1. The first, and obvious, thing you can do with it is make it the first thing you put on your bed.
  2. You can shoot it with a shot gun (skeet-sheet shooting). This will give you “holy sheet”.
  3. You can hide your cat in a fitted sheet (nobody will notice because a “folded” fitted sheet has no actual standard form, and any lump(s) – even moving ones – look natural. This will give you “cat sheet”. 
    • You can probably also do the same with your dog, horse, or cow, depending on the size of the fitted sheet. This will render “dog sheet”, “horse sheet” or “cow sheet”. And if you bring your fitted sheet out into the woods, you may get lucky and end up with “bear sheet”. 
    • But, most likely, you will end up with “bull sheet”.

You can do many things with a fitted sheet. You just can’t fold it.

But, not to worry about that because you can also use it as a sale on your boat. However, you will want at least three of them. This will make you “three sheets to the wind.”

Once you’ve reached that goal, you won’t care about folding it.

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Reading Habits – Chapter One – Gag Me With A Spoon…

Judy and I have, generally, the same taste in fiction. We both like Clive Cussler, David Baldacci, Preston and Child and Richard Castle.

Judy, however, also seems to have other literary tastes, previously unknown to me. To wit, “Chick books” (like chick flicks, only on paper), and she has just introduced me to Nicholas Sparks (author of such man-books as “The Notebook”, “At First Sight”, and now “Safe Haven”.). 

She is excited about this book and, in a doomed to fail effort to share her enthusiasm and recruit a new fan for the genre, she decided to read me a passage from “Safe Haven”.

Tragically, this is the quote with which she attempted to woo me…

“As day faded into night, she loved watching the sky turning from blue to gray to orange and yellow at the western rim of the world. At sunset, the water sparkled and sail boats heeled in the breeze. The needles on the pine trees seemed to shimmer. As soon as the sun dropped below the horizon, Ivan turned on the propane gas heaters and the coils began to glow like jack-o’-lanterns.”

But I’m a fair kind of guy, and I have decided to go against my usual writing habits and give it a shot on my own. Who knows – I could end up writing romance novels after I retire…

Anyway, here goes…

“Roses always made her cry, or rather, softly weep, tears of emotion turned to substance that emanated from the deep turquoise-blue pools that were, are and forever will be, her eyes; perfectly situated somewhere near the middle of the excruciatingly  nearly perfect rectangular orb that she referred to as her ‘face.'”

Hmmm… I’m thinking that’s not bad. I think I may be onto something here. I wonder what comes next…

“As each drop of the salty fluid fell toward the Earth, only to have its descent cruelly and prematurely halted as it struck her precisely cut slice of lemon meringue pie, it became progressively clearer to her that all of the roses in the world could not change the fact that she had ordered, not lemon meringue, but banana cream pie.” 

I LIKE IT!!!

Opening Scenes In Books I Will Never Write – Chapter Two: “Mondays In Tazania”

Tazania… (Pronounced Tuh-zaaay-nee-uh)

It was a Monday…. It was raining, and that should have been the first indication that it was going to be a lousy day…. It’s always raining in Tazania… hot, tropical, steamy rain that makes your clothes stick to your skin like they were dunked in warm maple syrup before you put them on in the morning… and makes the scum on your exposed flesh build up so thick you could scrape it off with your finger nail the way you would scrape a layer of butter off a cube with a butter knife… every day of the week…. Except Mondays…

It always snows on Mondays…

Mondays can always be counted on to provide a cooling, comforting respite from the muggy conditions of the other six days of the week…. Oh, the snow wouldn’t last more than overnight, that’s for sure…. White, cool, powdery all day on Monday, only to have its pristine brightness metamorphose into a murky, lukewarm mess with the always timely arrival of Tuesday… and the rain… and the heat… and the ever-present mud that saturates and mixes with the pure, white, cold powder and turns it into a putrid, brown slush – precisely like what happened to my heart when she walked out on me… on that hot, steamy, rainy Monday… in Tazania…

(From Chapter 17 of my bio. But I thought it would be a good addition to the category…)