If both sides of the aisle would then begin using “we, us, our,” and working in that direction, I think we could soon see an improvement in governance.
If you believe that Buffalo Wings are hot Chicken Wings, it shouldn’t be too great a stretch for you to realize that Buffalo Ribs are just that. That being the ribs of a buffalo…fish’
Buffalo Ribs are a delicacy I have pursued from the Gulf shore of Galveston and Louisiana to as far north as Missouri in a town the name of which I can’t remember.
You find Buffalo Ribs on menus here and there alright, but when you order, the waitress will most often say, “I’m sorry. We are out of those today.” The reasons vary from “We had a few this morning,” to “The kitchen crew has eaten them all up,” to “The river is up and the fishermen can’t get to their nets.” And so on to other, obviously disingenuous claims.
Fortunately, I have found J.C.’s Fish & BBQ, located in Knoxville, Ark., (just short of London). There I have dined, deliciously so, twice on the tender morsels. Gracie and her sister tell me the catfish is great, too. We don’t know about their BBQ, since the fish always dominates our appetites.
If you’re headed that way on I-40 or U.S. 64, I suggest you call ahead for the Buffalo Ribs—(479) 885-0012. The restaurant is smack between 64 and I-40 and less than a quarter-mile off from either. Ohhh, goodness gracious! Delicious!
On the other hand, you’re likely to see all sorts of advertising on tv and in the pages of newspapers. But I was sort-of surprised by the ad headline: “Fat Sucks…SO, Suck Back!” The ad was offering the services of a liposuction company.
Republican concern for America’s ‘Small Businesses’ is heart-warming. The GOP strategists would have us mentally picturing an aging couple working day and night in their little convenience store. They strive mightily to make ends meet, but this now-aborning health care reform will surely kill their business, the Republicans say.
I thought, “what defines ‘small business’ today in America.”
I decided to dial up the Small Business Administration, so I took up my Tulsa phone directory. I found the number and dialed it. What I got was some cryptic voice telling me to dial 10-10-15 and some more numbers. I tried that and got an electronic communications company in Arkansas. They suggested I hang up and dial again, more carefully this time. I did and I got ’em again.
All I can tell you is that, a few years back, I remember that Tyson Foods and ConAgra were classified as “small family farms.” Tyson employed about 160,000 people at that time. I don’t remember how many ConAgra had.
The uber Swiss bank, UBS, has said it will hand over to the United States Internal Revenue Service the names of 4,450 U.S. citizens who maintain secret (notoriously tax-evaded) stashes of cash in their vaults.
None of my friends has shown the slightest concern over this move.
Uncle Sam now has rules limiting the bottom end of estates subject to the Estate Tax, which the Republicans like to call “the Death Tax”. Your estates has to be worth more than $3,500,000 before any tax is due.
Nobody I know worries about this, either.
The young man was fixing to get into his pickup on Oak St. The truck carries an “Obama/Biden” sticker in the rear window.
“I like your sticker,” I said to him.
Right away, he told me, “I think that when you believe in someone, you should stick up for ’im.”
Amen!
And then there was the faded blue over white pickup with a sign advertising: “Get In, Sit Down, Shut Up and Hold On.”
I thought I had thought of that back when I had my 1936 Nash two-door sedan.
