Normally when my son Ken visits, he leaves in a suit and tie. He is transitioning from Nevada to California, and stays with me periodically. This time, he was dressed as a huntsman. He brought 4 smoked pheasant for Christmas dinner and took clients hunting again on Friday. I’m not overly enthused about hunting in this day and age, but the hunt clubs provide birds just like stocking a lake. So, I guess I shouldn’t diss the practice too heavily. Better than depleting wild stocks of duck, pheasant and quail.
Anyway, he had wet socks from Thursdays hunt and went to Big 5 to buy another pair. They were identical to his 10-year-old socks he still wears. A big sign at Big 5 proclaimed, Proudly Made In America. Quality in a pair of socks that will see him through another ten years.
Yesterday, I picked up my wounded Toyota and stopped in Stockton to buy some art supplies, and a few items. At a Marshall’s store I was surprised to find under garments made in America and socks, made in Italy. There was plenty of goods made in China, as well, but at least I had a choice.
I guess I’ve come to the point where I don’t want to buy anything made in China even though I like and respect the hard-working Chinese people.
I don’t often have a chance to eat Indian food, but at Swagat, I met Misty. She pointed out that Swagat is the best Indian restaurant in Stockton and pointed me to her favorite dishes. All was delicious and such a bargain.
It was nice to get out and away from the rain for a day.
The cook made some of the best tandoori chicken I’ve ever tasted. My own recipe is from a family friend is good, but this was better.
I drove home with the sun setting in my mirror. It was spectacular, but by the time I found a spot to pull over, it was nearly over.
I like it that I can go to nearby Stockton and come home with a bit of India, Italy and Made In America. Don’t we live in a wonderful country?