"Stalking the Wild Asparagus": Euell Gibbons was only famous for a few years, but he lives on in Boomer memory, often confused with J.I. Rodale who died on the Dick Cavett set after claiming on air that he had decided to live to 100 and offering Cavett some asparagus that had been boiled in urine.
Today is my son's 44th birthday (how can that be true?) He was born on 2/13 in room 213 at 2:13. He has embraced the number 13...he chose #13 for his racecar, and has the old Burton snowboard logo tattooed above his shoulder blade. It's a stylized "B" made of a 1 and 3.
Meade, I love this art form. I routinely photograph the photographers from a perspective that includes the photographer and the people they have assembled for a group shot at weddings and class reunions, and I pan for video around the room. The photographer is often a friend of the couple or a member of the class and rarely gets into one of the photographs. The people who attended the event like to get a view of the whole room. It makes for good memories of the day.
Tomorrow marks the 26th anniversary of my husband's and my first date - as well as the first date of his best college friend and his wife. We four have remained close friends for all these years.
My husband won the toss and got the use of the house that night in 1990, so he could cook dinner instead of having to buy it. Both young men were skint back then. My husband made me spaghetti (the sauce from one of those packets to which you add tomato paste and water) and wilted spinach salad - at least, he remembers it as spinach, but I could've sworn it was just wilted lettuce (which would have been on brand, as a head of lettuce would have been cheaper than spinach).
For the 25th anniversary of that date, when our kids were 17, 12, and 10, my husband taught them to make that dinner. "Don't forget to add a bay leaf to the sauce," he told them, "so it looks homemade." A lesson they've never forgotten.
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Happy anniversary!
That was quite a day!
And you get a bonus Friday the 13th next month…
"Stalking the Wild Asparagus": Euell Gibbons was only famous for a few years, but he lives on in Boomer memory, often confused with J.I. Rodale who died on the Dick Cavett set after claiming on air that he had decided to live to 100 and offering Cavett some asparagus that had been boiled in urine.
Today is my son's 44th birthday (how can that be true?) He was born on 2/13 in room 213 at 2:13. He has embraced the number 13...he chose #13 for his racecar, and has the old Burton snowboard logo tattooed above his shoulder blade. It's a stylized "B" made of a 1 and 3.
That’s Taylor swift’s lucky number.
Cool. MTV meets Althouse.
Congratulations and many happy returns !
Wife and I met on a Friday the 13th. We are celebrating Valentine's Day tonight. Avoiding the rush and tomorrow's expected rain.
Congrats Ann and Meade.
And Ann is woman in the moon.
Meade, I love this art form.
I routinely photograph the photographers from a perspective that includes the photographer and the people they have assembled for a group shot at weddings and class reunions, and I pan for video around the room. The photographer is often a friend of the couple or a member of the class and rarely gets into one of the photographs. The people who attended the event like to get a view of the whole room. It makes for good memories of the day.
Keep going, you two!
Perhaps stalking the wild son?
Congratulations, Althouse and Meade!
Tomorrow marks the 26th anniversary of my husband's and my first date - as well as the first date of his best college friend and his wife. We four have remained close friends for all these years.
My husband won the toss and got the use of the house that night in 1990, so he could cook dinner instead of having to buy it. Both young men were skint back then. My husband made me spaghetti (the sauce from one of those packets to which you add tomato paste and water) and wilted spinach salad - at least, he remembers it as spinach, but I could've sworn it was just wilted lettuce (which would have been on brand, as a head of lettuce would have been cheaper than spinach).
For the 25th anniversary of that date, when our kids were 17, 12, and 10, my husband taught them to make that dinner. "Don't forget to add a bay leaf to the sauce," he told them, "so it looks homemade." A lesson they've never forgotten.
Sorry, THIRTY-sixth!
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