![]() ![]() ![]() Public transport has often been nearly deserted and never busy, which is great (not just for safety reasons). One exciting possibility for that appeared yesterday, so I'll see. I'm not usually sure where I'll be in a weeks time, and I only started thinking a few days ago about where I'll spend Halloween/Samhain. It's been a good trip, possibly the best I've had in England, with more than an element of "make it up as I go along". I'm going back there today - as soon as I've finished this comment - for a solo walk and a think and memory-grapple around the place. Avebury has been visited three times, and yesterday involved a trip to the stone circles of Stanton Drew for the first time in over a year. I'm continuing my largely outdoors trip around The Hwicce, Bristol and the West Country. When plans for a fourth channel were mooted, people complained in the letters page of the local newspapers that we would be "spoilt for choice" and "what's the point of yet more channels?". Television had a black and white picture (snooker was still popular on it, though) and there were only three channels. This is the rabbit hole I dove into today while endlessly watching CNN and trying not to think about any of it. Lil Sambo's is making a side run around the question and giving a meaningless answer. This is the exact same story that the chain Sambo's used as their inspiration. Our name Lil Sambos (originally Lil Black Sambos) is borrowed from the hero of a fictional story about an Indian boy, tigers, and pancakes written by Helen Bannerman in 1899. One question we are often asked is weather or not we were ever a part of the “Sambo’s” national chain the answer is no. In Lincoln City, OR, there's a restaurant named "Lil Sambo's" and their about page says this: It's now known as Chad's who's the owner and a grandson of one of the founders of the chain. Today I looked again at the Wikipedia page about Sambo's and discovered that the original restaurant in Santa Barbara, CA - the only one still around - changed its name in July 2020 in response to the killing of George Floyd. When I lived in Arkansas in the mid-70s I remember eating at Sambo's in Little Rock which eventually became a chain of over 1100 restaurants. And what did I ever think was supposed to be so fun about it in the first place?' After that, I was pretty much no longer the kind of person who liked that kind of thing, I guess. I looked at him and I thought 'you know what? this is scary. What put an end to the whole enterprise was that once another kid went with me up to the dry, completely empty and unpopulated hills where I set them off because I happened to run into him on the way, and when I lit the fuse and tossed one over the little ridge we crouched behind, a whining piece of shrapnel knocked quite a bit of dirt down on his head - at which his eyes rolled back, his lower lip sagged, and he started drooling. The bombs worked, but I only made a tiny handful. And it wasn't like they knew my parents, who had never set foot in that place. They knew me, I'd been going there about once a week since the 4th grade, but no one challenged my right to do it or made me feel awkward about it in any way. When I was in 7th grade I wanted to make pipe bombs, but needed an explosive, so I rode my bike to the local military surplus store and bought a number of boxes of rifle cartridge blanks. Posted by Eyebrows McGee (staff ) at 10:30 PM on Septem It was before he was crazy-famous, but I have vivid memories of my dad sitting me on his lap Jordan's rookie year and saying, "Watch this guy, he's going to be special." (I had literally no idea what he was talking about but it was my dad talking so that was good enough for me.) And we have never had strawberry shortcake since b/c the recipe is framed backwards and we can't. My mom said she looked up - up - up at this very tall man at the checkout, and said, "Are you Michael Jordan?" and he said, "Yes ma'am, I am." And she said, "Would you sign something for my son?" and dug around in her purse and all that was in her purse was her strawberry shortcake recipe, and he signed the back of it. ![]() I think it was his second or third year on the Bulls. Oh also, PS, one time my mom went to the White Hen to get a gallon of milk on Sunday (for ROBBER BARON PRICES) and left me and my brother in the car - which is another thing you can't really do these days - and do you know who was in the White Hen buying Diet Coke and potato chips? MICHAEL FUCKING JORDAN. ![]()
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