Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts

Sunday, August 19, 2012

ROTARY SHRIMP FEED.


The Angels-Murphys Rotary Club holds an all you can eat Shrimp Feed each year as a fund-raiser. I’ve missed the last four years since I’m usually back on the road by now. It was fun to go to the park, listen to the music, visit with friends, eat lots of shrimp and feel like I’m supporting a good cause at the same time.

My son breezed through this morning and asked me a question. “I see Rotary uses that little gear on their literature, so, what does it stand for, Rotary? I basically knew they were a fraternal, charitable organization. But his question stumped me.  I hadn’t given it much thought. I went to Wikipedia and learned that they stand for Service Above Self.  The cogged wheel symbolizes a rotating wheel  because the original founders rotated their meetings at each others houses. Rotary was so popular,  it grew  rapidly and steady meeting places are used by all Rotarians, now.  If you’d like to check out the link and read more:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rotary_Club



The park is friendly and summer casual. Not many places can you dance bare foot.

Everyone was having a grand time including the band members:

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I have a special spot in my heart for Rotary because they sent my youngest daughter to Egypt on a Scholarship after she graduated High School. Her experience there was life changing, meaningful and rewarding. I am ever thankful to this group,  as is she.

Another highlight for me, is visiting with friends like Ginger La Jeunesse.

Shelly and Gene Cervantes.  You never see this couple without big  smiles.

Cindy, whose daughter I had only met once, yet I’ve known Cindy for twenty years. (I’ve misplaced Cindy’s last name, somehow.)

And Matt, who owns a coffee roasting business, informed me he had given up drinking coffee. He said he doesn’t need a pick-me-up in the morning and he just got bored with drinking it. And, I’ve just started drinking coffee after 38 years without it. I’ve only had four cups of coffee, these past four mornings. I decided to do it after reading in my Medical newsletter how good coffee is for you. In moderation, no more than six cups a day.

And, I chatted for a while with Liz and Steve Milliaire, the winemakers I credit with getting the wine movement really moving in this area. Liz doesn’t make wine but she was chief promoter when they moved here to make wine for Bardon Stevenot in 1979. They produce wonderful wines under their own label as well.  Ahh! Time well spent is its own reward.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

POOPING THE DOG AND OTHER ISSUES

Historically, signs were meant to guide people who couldn’t read. They never seemed to need a picture to direct them to the pub, but the shoemaker or scribe…well, that was another matter. In any case, signs are a good thing. There are a lot of people who can read but don’t bother, I’ve noticed.

Sometimes the people who initiate a sign aren’t always clear about what they mean. Does this mean to wreck slowly so the impact of your crash will be easier? Or the wreck ahead is slow? By the time you consider, you are in the middle of it.

Why not just put up a bigger sign that reads this road is narrow, muddy, steep, full of chuck holes, has sharp curves and you can’t turn around on it? That way we wouldn’t have gone there.

Now this is what a sign was meant to be, you know you’ll get a cup of something hot to drink even if you don’t read the the words coffee at the bottom.

This sign is clever and also gets the point across.

But this one really lets you know what you’re in for if you stop at their roadside coffee shop. Hopefully the coffee is better than their spelling.

I don’t know when it became popular to let you know when you are entering a new city. But its a good thing be it crude like the one for Wimer, Oregon…

…or fancy like this one for LaConner, Washington.

Now this is a good thing to know when you enter the town that marks the first kilometer of the Death Train, in Thailand. At least the city has nice people. In Thailand a sign costs one price for Thai, higher for Thai and Chinese and higher still for Thai and English.

But the signs you really want to pay attention to are where not to poop the dog. The people above were quite polite about it. No, No, not here!

Parks and municipalities are graphically clear about the issue. Can’t misread that sign.

Pooping the dog in the wrong yard can actually get you or your dog killed. It has happened. I think its called doggy poop rage. You’ve been warned!!!