Rice, Rice, Baby.

I'm smack dab in the middle of a two-week term of criminal court, so I've been, you know, busy. Still, I'm never too busy to enjoy a fine meal. Together with the marvelous salmon and beautifully prepared spinach, I supped tonight on Minnesota Wild Rice. Never heard of it? Neither had I. Lady Di cooked up some wild rice, then mixed in toasted chopped pecans, and a saute of onions and sliced mushrooms, and baked it all in a casserole for another twenty-five minutes. Lovely.

Empty Bowls.

The Boro, as I've mentioned many, many times before, is a pretty cool little place. Lots of imagination for a little place. A fund-raiser Lady Di and I attended tonight is a fine example: Empty Bowls. Local churches make various very fine soups. The Colleton County Arts Council has pottery students make bowls. The Arts Council sells tickets. People buy tickets. The Church people fill the bowls. The people eat the soup and keep the bowls. The Arts Council gives the money to the local churches so they can re-stock their food pantries for folks that need help. How cool is that?

Pinhoti Run, Featuring the Amazing AndyMan!

My brother, the Amazing AndyMan, is running again. About an hour ago, at seven this Morning (six Central Time), Andy started working the foothills and minor mountains of Northern Alabama in the Pinhoti 100 Endurance Run. Andy's run plenty over the last twenty or so years: scads of five K's and 10 K's, then scads of triathlons, ninety or so Marathons, and dozens of ultra-Marathons, including more than twenty 100 mile races. Still, 100 miles is a very long way to run, even for the Amazing AndyMan. His race number is 630, and you can track him over the next twenty-four hours or so at
Pinhoti

Run, AndyMan, run!

The Honeymooners.

Trying to get back into the swing of things after a couple of lovely weeks hanging around Charleston and cruising about at sea is no easy thing. It ain't all champagne and strawberries out there, you know.

Here's Your Sign, Again.

"Woe unto you wicked generation that seeks after a sign" is, I think, a little severe. I seek stupid signs all the time. Over the past few weeks, I found more than a few. Here's a sampling:

I saw this one outside a store. You've heard of stores, right? It's where they try to sell stuff. This one apparently must not sell much, because they're crowing about one sale. Imagine the pressure on that poor clerk if the customer backs out!


Hey, how'd these folks know I was speeding? Okay, I'll slow down. Is 40 m.p.h. too fast for a parking garage?


Let's see. A beer exchange and you don't have a bathroom? What are you exchanging it with?


If I'm hunting for wading fountains, I'm not sure that I like that rules four and five are merely advisory.

Take Me Home, I'm Stupid.

Just got back to the Boro today after a week of lots of sun, fun and, well... fun and sun. Yeah, I know. I said there'd be lots of wedding and Honeymoon photos. That's mostly Facebook stuff, but I'll post something in the next few days ('course, I've got tons of work to get caught up on, but I'll post something). Anyhow, after a memorable and all to brief stay in Charleston, Lady Di and I went cruisin'.
Which cruiseline? You mighta seen the commercials showing the bright red fin at the back of the boat. No? Well, apparently a smokestack is as good a selling point as any. And it is as fine a looking smokestack as you're ever likely to see. So fine, in fact...
...that they made a mascot out of it. Meet Fun Ship Freddy. Say, that little fella looks familiar. Where have I seen this guy before? Oh, wait. I know.

Hellboy.

The Wedding: An Appetizer.

My Godfather, Uncle Bob, took this picture at the reception. Lady Di and I are about to go off on our Honeymoon. I rather doubt I'll have time to blog for the next week or so, but I may have some (strickly edited) tales to tell when I get back.