I just did a radio interview. WREC-AM in Memphis. 5 AM. Good times.
I was thrown a curve ball question when the host asked about food safety in power outages, since they’ve had a devastating spate of tornadoes. I gave some advice, and then pointed listeners to a website. During a power outage.
Yep, just your friendly neighborhood “expert” right here.
We left for Minneapolis Thursday afternoon. While there, we hit two beautiful art museums, a great children’s museum, a huge zoo, an outdoor sculpture park, an amazing kids book store, a decent brewpub, a fantastic pizza place where they make their own mozzarella, a wine bar and cafe with a separate kids play room, and on top of that, I had waffles every fucking day (even though they kindof sucked). It was cloudy and rainy for most of the time, though this morning was lovely. The biggest downside was that we had to listen to my son’s three favorite songs over and over:
The book that immediately sprang to mind was Rambo III, the novelization of the movie:
I am not even kidding when I say I read the shit out of this book. I don’t know how I came to get it, or why. I think it was because I wasn’t allowed to see the movie. All I know is that to a 12 year old kid, this was some awesome summer reading. I also liked to read Guns and Ammo magazine. Not even kidding. Synopsis from an Amazon reviewer:
John Rambo. The most dangerous man alive. His country has called him once again — this time for a mission he will not accept. Living in exile in a Buddist monestary, far from home, he is finished with the glory and the blood of war.
Now, his former commanding officer, Colonel Trautman, the only man Rambo trusts, is in trouble. On a mission meant for Rambo, he has been captured by Soviet troops on the Afghan border.
For John Rambo it’s a call to arms. And an invitation back into Hell…with the help of Afghan rebels.