Grain, hops, water and yeast, not really produce. Even in a town where ketchup was classified as a vegetable for the school lunch program, we play fast and loose with definitions. There is a 20 page court opinion in this town on the definition of chicken. But beer is not really produce.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
Remember mechanical ice cube trays. I grew up with these. I didn't have an ice maker in the house until I bought my second house. Would a teenager even know how to get ice out of one of these? Now this one is stainless steel, how did we survive aluminum. My mother would be shocked at the price, $30.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Lobster roll for lunch. A nice treat. There is a hole in the wall place across from AARP headquarters that does a nice lobster roll. It is hard to imagine, but 100 years ago prisoners in Maine sued the department of corrections complaining about too much lobster. Pennies short of $20 for a lobster lunch today.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
There was a running joke about George Washington slept here. In colonial times travelers generally found hospitality along the road and travel was slow so he slept a lot of places. The steeple in the picture is the church in Alexandria Virginia that George Washington attended when he was staying in his townhouse a couple of blocks away. Stop in for a tour and they will invite you to sit in the General's box. His house in Alexandria was torn down in the 1800's, not uncommon. It was reproduced sometime in the past 50 years and is a private residence. It is a common tour bus stop. I don't think I would want to live there. But what a nice neighborhood.
Monday, June 16, 2014
I commute by bicycle two or three days a week when the weather is nice. It is about 11 miles each way. It takes me about an hour each way. Only 10 or 15 minutes more than riding the subway. About 8 miles of it is on the Mount Vernon Trail. It is a well designed and maintained pedestrian and bike route that runs along the Potomac River. It is technically a National Park. The National Park Service posts a set of rules for cyclists. On the list is the requirement that the bike have a bell or horn to warn pedestrians. For a couple of years I had a simple bell, that no one seemed to hear. We were in a bike shop a couple of weeks ago and Jay came up behind me squeaking the cutest horn, shaped like a Panda. People notice it and no doubt remember the fat middle aged man with the squeaky bear on his bike.