Monthly Archive for June, 2010
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98 degrees air temperature, 52 percent humidity, for a heat index of 116. Perfect weather for growing bananas.
Yep, bananas in Kentucky.
A friend gave us this “cousin” of the banana tree that bore fruit on #7 tee box at Le Club Du Leaf. When we planted it, there were NO leaves, just a big honkin’ stalk and barely what you can call a root. The leaves are a lovely three feet long and a foot wide.
If nothing else, Nancy can use them to fan me as I chomp down some grapes.
Pretty amazing what four weeks of ninety plus air temperature and high humidity will grow. The two junior banana trees at the base are imports Nancy bought because the original “plant” just looked so darn goofy we didn’t think it would grow.
Stay tuned for the Frozen Banana Eastern Kentucky Moonshine recipe.
As seen at Villa d’ Miller Chill on Father’s Day.
Yes, I remember Schlitz. Is it even around today? I think it has/had the same “panache” as Old Milwaukee, Stroh’s, Pabst Blue Ribbon and Blatz.
We would use those brands when I was mixing 1/2 beer and 1/2 pineapple wine.
Today we mix Bud Light,diet Raspberry Lemonade, Skyy Vodka and organic Raspberrys.
The only issue is: Nancy doesn’t drink her fair share. The recipe makes a large pitcher full and once she has a small glass, she’s so hot she stares into the fridge flapping the door while I finish the rest of the pitcher.
At least NBC is consistent in their love of nepotism.
First, Luke Russert is put on the NBC payroll for seemingly doing nothing. Then Jenna Bush (OK not nepotism, but close enough for blog-work) is hired to report some fluffy stuff. And of course, there is the overwhelming success of Ayla Brown, daughter of former Senator Scott Brown who went to work for CBS.
Next up: The Today Show has hired (OK interned) Cody Gifford, the spawn of Kathie Lee Gifford and the defunct Frank Gifford to do movie reviews for his Mom’s 4th hour of the Today Show.
As with all spoiled snarky Gen Yers or Millenials he doesn’t think Boomers have enough marbles left to do this important work.
“I think that as you get older, you know, you kinda — no one’s fault — but you get a little out of touch with contemporary issues, films, and whatnot. Maybe not out of touch, you can be knowledgeable about it, but you’re not really — it’s not your generation anymore. And that’s no fault of anyone’s, but I think I can bring, maybe, a little more awareness and, kind of, a relevancy, that maybe isn’t there with older people.”
(Emphasis mine)
Cody Gifford is majoring in Film Studies! Friggin’ Film Studies? What the hell kind of job do you get in the real world with Film Studies degree? He mentions he is focusing on film history?
Holy Mother of Godfather. Whuck?
I’d like to slap that smirk right off his little face.
And his mama’s too.
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When I started kayaking, a lot of the appeal was that there are six rivers within 30 minutes of my house. The local university has a fine map marking the rivers and suggested “put-in” and “take-out” points.
Kentucky has a nice law that says any Kentucky waterway may be accessed underneath any bridge. In addition, the county has invested in some boat ramps and parking areas for put-ins and take-outs.
Only a few are “poor access” according to the students that used their parent’s money to float the rivers.
In university-student-speak, “poor-access” means: “Big Effin’ Cliffs on Both Sides.”
I thought I would try the GG – G trip on the map. Simple enough, put in near Lock #4 on the Barren River and float to the boat ramp in Smallburg. 9 miles. Piece of cake.
This sign doesn’t apply to me. I promise. Posted within earshot of tempting roaring water and Lock #4, but not within eyesight of any water. Since the boat ramp in this area was on the wrong side of the Lock #4 and using that as a take-out would have meant certain death, I followed the two fisher-people (is there a better gender neutral term?) that were about a 100 yards in front of me.
(above) What’s left of the dam formerly used to operated Lock #4, aka “Certain Death to Kayakers.” I had no choice, I had come too far not to find the perfect take-out upstream from the lock and dam.
I forgot to mention that to view the river, it was necessary to walk on the top wall of the lock. It was about two feet wide and aside from the thirty foot drop to the water on one side and muck on the other, it was a routine walk in Jurassic Park.
After traipsing 1,100 yards (yes I counted) and encountering every pest known to man, deer flies, horse flies, mosquitoes, ticks, snakes, rats, zombies, and some really scary trees, it dawned on me that this was a very bad idea.
Scratch that trip, substitute F – GG. Both very nice boat landings with nice shaded parking, easy access, and lush grassy areas.
I am such an adventurer.
