Gee Thanks, Mom
I just had a salt shaker explode. All over the counter, and the floor. Damnable contraption. It’s not really even a salt shaker. It’s a rock salt and peppercorn twisting smasher with two secret Rubixic supply compartments designed to keep Indiana Jones out. I can imagine the conversation between the engineers and designers who birthed
An Olive Oil Story
The year: 1978. I was 21 years old. The place: Big Bear store #1. It was a huge oval building, originally a barn, then a roller rink, then in the 1930’s, it was the first building in the Midwest to have meat and produce and dairy and dry goods for sale under one roof. There