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Stumpage Reports
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Monday, February 09, 2004 :::
How Uncreative Can You Get?
I've been dead in the water for blog material. I guess last week's post and the memory of all those Blackfoot concerts concerts fried my remaining brain cells.
Saturday I went to a new (to me) antique mall in Sanford, North Carolina. I've often sung the praises of cruising around small town North Carolina, looking for antiques, confederate statues, and local restaurants and Saturday was no exception. I even got off the US 1 bypass hoping to go through Pittsboro with its courthouse built in the middle of a traffic circle and sporting a nice tribute to the boys in gray. But we were babbling so much I missed some turn-off and ended up on 15-501 and we made it to Sanford somehow.
I picked up 25 pieces of Salem North Star dinnerware for only $25. I already had a few pieces I bought for $3 - $5 each and couldn't resist the bargain. I also picked up a World War II era Esso World Transportation map. I wish I could have bought two, both sides of it look so cool I don't know which one to get framed.
Thats it, no punch line or moral, just a fine, fine day and some good antique deals.
With Friends Like These ...
The Friends of the Institution I Work For are catering a lunch for the staff today. I spent half the afternoon Friday, and wasted almost 2 hours this morning helping to set up for the damn thing. I would rather them use the money to buy some light bulbs so we don't have to work in the dark, and I'll bring my own damn lunch and get some work done instead of schlepping chairs all over this godforsaken building.
SUICIDE OF A GLUTTON -- English papers mention the suicide of a Mr. Roylstone, who, 10 years ago, was worth one hundred and fifty thousand pounds sterling, which he has since squandered in the gratification of his appetite. He had agents in China, Mexico, Canada and other places to supply him with the rarest delicacies; and a single dish sometimes cost him fifty pounds. -- At length, on the 15th of last April nothing was left him but a solitary guinea, a shirt and a battered hat. He bought a woodcock with the guinea, which he had served up in the highest style of the culinary art. He gave himself two hours for an easy digestion, and then jumped into the Thames from the Westminister bridge.
--- North Carolina Star, Raleigh, N.C., May 30, 1855.
::: posted by tom at 9:22 AM
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