The Garlic Epiphany
You know how they always tell you (you know, the old folks), "You'll just know"
As in, "You'll be running through life a hundred miles an hour, and she'll just stop you in your tracks"
That happens. It happened. But its gone now.......until it happens again. (As I have also learned from all of my 50 yr old comrades, this is bound to happen several times in life. Halving of your fortune each time is optional)
On a more pertinent note:
As in, "You'll be running through life a hundred miles an hour, and she'll just stop you in your tracks"
That happens. It happened. But its gone now.......until it happens again. (As I have also learned from all of my 50 yr old comrades, this is bound to happen several times in life. Halving of your fortune each time is optional)
On a more pertinent note:
I bought two heads of garlic the other day. (From friggin Hy-Vee) They were in a bag.
Printed on said bag: Product of China.
Not the bag, not the label, but the GARLIC was grown in China. Fucking garlic gets shipped across an ocean and half another continent before I try and eat its tasteless desiccated (look it up) hull.
Talk about a Slow Food uppercut!
I'm the hard-core Ron Paul Republican who has his entire yard planted to vegetables. Sort of a hippie exterior with a Kruggerand (look that one up too) core.
I sense my Land Rover driving yuppie-ass self is about to revert back to being a self sustaining pioneer again, heating my house with wood, owning more guns than yesterday, and having better functional strength than you.
And no, I'm not joking.
Stay Frosty!
You the man!
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