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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

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I just finished some travelling and since I have not done a post in a few weeks I thought I would just do some random thoughts... Have you ever noticed that for the most part fireworks are sold by people that proudly proclaim their insanity? Crazy Joe, Loco Larry, Insane Ike all sell fireworks. You don't see Responsible Bob's Fireworks Emporium along the highway. Now I realize that selling personal explosives to anyone with the money to buy them might require a small bit of detachment with reality, I still wonder why James Cash Penney or Alva Roebuck didn't get into fireworks. Part of my travels included a cruise. One of the discussion points about any cruise for those that have NOT taken one as well as those that have) is the food. "Did ya' eat a lot?" is usually the first question from anyone that finds out you were on a cruise. I think the cruise lines are now pressured into providing food in insane quantities (Loco Joe's Cruises & Fireworks?) at all hours of the day just to keep up with the expectations. There is somewhere to eat on board 24 hours of the day. There are many different places to eat as well. You can sit down and be served or go to a buffet and serve yourself. My post of a few weeks ago comes to mind - we eat and eat and eat to fill the time between meals. What amazed me is the almost animal desperation that seems to infect the cruising human being as they approach the buffet line or seating area for the restaurant. Unless you were passed out or ill, as I said there has/had been copious amounts of food available for anyone to eat at any hour they desired. But, get them near the food and it is like a rice truck unloading in Ethiopia! People push and shove and yell at each other about what is there or not there as if they were coming off of a fast that would rival Gandhi in intensity. FYI, it is NOT an American thing either. There was yelling in many languages and it seemed to cross all cultural boundaries. It made me proud to be a human. I have other thoughts that I will share - I just wanted to "get back on the horse" so to speak.

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