“Like 7-Eleven food?” the woman asked, her scorn acting as mascara to her natural beauty.
I was socializing once years ago, and probably had too much coffee. The dancers whirled, the salsa music throbbed in the night, and I was, as usual, expounding on a topic that I probably shouldn’t.
“Heck no! Wawa makes fine sandwiches. And they toast them!”
“A gas station….fine food.”
“Well…perhaps it is a gas station, but that’s beside the point.”
Hopefully you, dear reader, are tuned to the delights of the food of the road…marvel at the oasis in the night along the lonely wayside, drawn like a moth to the glittering lights…enter with a vague craving, and leave with a peculiar soda to wash down neon candy. Now that’s living.
We’ve got the literary version of this for you today in our Friday Snack edition of the blog. Best of all, it’s free!
Snack One - Groggy Bees?
I fed the bees this morning. They seemed to be sleepy, milling about by the entrance to the hive. I feel if I had glasses, I might spy them carrying tiny Starbucks cups, grumbling about the latest push for unionization, gossiping about the Queen (“I say, she smells a bit off”), and finally shoving off. “Well, got some flowers to go visit, ladies. Ciao!”
I put the fresh jars of sugar water on wonderingly. “Hello, bees!”
Nothing.
Time for the second hive.
“Hello, bees!”
The feeder entrance was crowded with them, not unlike angry commuters wondering why the drive thru Dunkin’ Donuts line is held up. “Hey, we’ve got flowers to visit, yo!”
“Hello, bees!”
They buzzed me, came after me, and weren’t exactly morning bees.
I left. Do bees get groggy?
Fireball!
Did anyone see the fireball last night? The stars were finally emerging from a summer haze, and I was grumbling while adjusting a telescope I was testing. Looking up for the briefest of moments, a glimmer on the northern horizon caught my eye.
WOW!
A brilliant fireball was falling from space. It glowed a brilliant green, with a reddish tail, piercing the low clouds without a sound.
WOW!
Did anyone else see it? Someone said it might be old space equipment falling, the copper wiring burning green. Talk about the opposite of an Irish Goodbye!
Climb the Mountains and Get Their Good Tidings
I must wave goodbye till Monday. I’m off to the Shenandoah mountains. There are stories to collect, mountain breezes to transcribe, and an astronomy talk at Big Meadows Lodge this evening to deliver. Check out the fun graphic!
A friend sent me a great quote:
“The mind is not a vessel that needs filling, but wood that needs igniting.”
- Plutarch
In lieu of matches, I’ve packed two telescopes and some binoculars.
See ya Monday!
Josh