Here's a piece of weird personal trivia: My grandfather invented peanut butter crackers, or at least the orange version of them you buy from vending machines when you're drunk or otherwise impaired. He ran a small grocery store in Tyler, Texas and sold them, packaged by hand, to various local citizens, many of whom were probably in the Klan, as I suspect he was. But I digress. He made a deal with the Tom's candy company to have them mass-manufacture and distribute them, but some how -- the details are fuzzy in family lore - he got screwed over or inadvertently sold away the copyright or something like that and that is why I am not fabulously wealthy. There are probably other reasons, but I'm going with that one.
You have a lot of AMAZING family history, Mr. Rhodes. This sure seems like a story waiting to become a netflix movie. Perhaps you can explain how he got those damn crackers to be so orange? Just food dye? Or some less edible kind of dye?
Good point. This may be the populist version of the health plan the U.S. is planning to use to replace Obama care instead of approving some kind of universal health care.
So many twists and turns! The most surprising part is that you actually found her. (Also that people will randomly send you drugs in the hopes you will leave them outside? It makes a certain amount of sense.)
Is Steinbeck an influence? I read Cannery Row recently and I feel you might be channeling him in some way. I loved the help desk part. You are brilliant!
Aww...what a nice thing to say to me. Especially the me who is reading this and is still a nervous wreck from the fires. Who doesn't love Steinbeck? I havent read him in a long time. Maybe time to start again!
yeah. Thanks. I noticed that myself. But writing these pieces for substack....I do so much rewriting, and no one else ever sees them before i post them....and I am such a rewriting tornado that never stops, the only way to stop myself from more rewriting was just to post it...even tho I kind of remembered that was something I needed to fix... . I will probably go in and fix it now.
Similar happened to me, but as I “live” in Florida, it nearly ended up on the news.
I'm sorry but where are your hand-made, sparkly drop turquoise earrings from Ms. Pando for your troubles??
Hey Jenny!!!! Nice to hear from you. And now that you mention it, where ARE my fucking earrings?
Here's a piece of weird personal trivia: My grandfather invented peanut butter crackers, or at least the orange version of them you buy from vending machines when you're drunk or otherwise impaired. He ran a small grocery store in Tyler, Texas and sold them, packaged by hand, to various local citizens, many of whom were probably in the Klan, as I suspect he was. But I digress. He made a deal with the Tom's candy company to have them mass-manufacture and distribute them, but some how -- the details are fuzzy in family lore - he got screwed over or inadvertently sold away the copyright or something like that and that is why I am not fabulously wealthy. There are probably other reasons, but I'm going with that one.
You have a lot of AMAZING family history, Mr. Rhodes. This sure seems like a story waiting to become a netflix movie. Perhaps you can explain how he got those damn crackers to be so orange? Just food dye? Or some less edible kind of dye?
I wouldn’t mind a package of drugs- as long as they were properly labeled. Sometimes I get a headache that advil just can’t handle.
Good point. This may be the populist version of the health plan the U.S. is planning to use to replace Obama care instead of approving some kind of universal health care.
So many twists and turns! The most surprising part is that you actually found her. (Also that people will randomly send you drugs in the hopes you will leave them outside? It makes a certain amount of sense.)
Poor Mr Scarlotti
And Mr Scarlatti too
I had to YouTube the music to see if I recognized it but it's new to me.
As far as I know, there aren't too many people named Pando or Martel in Winnipeg, but undoubtedly there are a lot of Olivias....
Is Steinbeck an influence? I read Cannery Row recently and I feel you might be channeling him in some way. I loved the help desk part. You are brilliant!
Aww...what a nice thing to say to me. Especially the me who is reading this and is still a nervous wreck from the fires. Who doesn't love Steinbeck? I havent read him in a long time. Maybe time to start again!
I'm sorry you went through the fire trauma this year. I'm in Sonoma County and we had a mild fire season. I wish that for you going forward!
Hey, you didn’t happen to get my package of Scarlatti CD’s by mistake, did you?
I'm so happy that you were about to unite Olivia with the jewelry making stuff and that Banana Republic shirt sounded cute.
Now I am going to be a s***head proofreader and point out that you write about googling the 3 names before you get the packages with her third name.
yeah. Thanks. I noticed that myself. But writing these pieces for substack....I do so much rewriting, and no one else ever sees them before i post them....and I am such a rewriting tornado that never stops, the only way to stop myself from more rewriting was just to post it...even tho I kind of remembered that was something I needed to fix... . I will probably go in and fix it now.
Amazed you found an amazon number AND can determine a GAP product by feeling a package.
I like customer service and always ask about the weather in that part of the planet.
Interesting accent = interesting forecast.
Brutal wait music. Maybe Pavane for a dead princess as in, embalmed by phone considering the time involved.
Thankyou for the hearty chuckle as always!