I Had Prime Rib Tonight

Benjamin Franklin once said "Beer is proof that there is a God and He wants us to be happy." Ben Franklin is one of my heroes, but he apparently never made it to Parkers's in Chichester, NH, and ordered the Prime Rib. Parker's is my favorite here in the Great White North, where I moved from Florida a year and a half ago. While it is true that I will eat Prime Rib anywhere, I will once again entertain the notion that there might be a supreme being if I can find a place that has kick-ass prime rib, and that makes its own beer. Then, I'll try to conjure up the spirit of Ben Franklin to join me for dinner.

Turkey Chick (Poult)

I happened upon this turkey chick (aka poult)today. I picked it up and took it to the house, and it now resides with my brother-in-law, with two other turkey chicks, among a small flock of chickens. This little guy or gal is only a day or two old. Tomorrow is the last day of turkey hunting season here, and there are a number of orphans around. The lucky ones are found, like this one. The unlucky ones end up as food for coyotes and turkey buzzards.