"According to the Federal Trade Commission, 'Made in U.S.A.' means that 'all or virtually all' the product has been made in America. That is, all significant parts, processing and labor that go into the product must be of U.S. origin" (FTC).
I can't help wondering exactly what percentage of products are actually made in America (often claimed) instead of virtually.
In any case, this Bud's not for me.
"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Showing posts with label Shenanigans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shenanigans. Show all posts
Monday, November 28, 2016
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Underbelly
Why are we all so attracted to the seamy things in life?
We are and I bet you know it.
Just watch the evening news, or read tweets, or scan Facebook, or tune-in a reality show on TV.
Me, I'd rather this kind of icky news: the garbage area at Shenanigans. It might not smell so great, but it sure looks good.
We are and I bet you know it.
Just watch the evening news, or read tweets, or scan Facebook, or tune-in a reality show on TV.
Me, I'd rather this kind of icky news: the garbage area at Shenanigans. It might not smell so great, but it sure looks good.
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
Confession of a Difficult Lunch Date
My friend needs to sit out of the sun, so she chose our table and seats at Shenanigans.
That's when I became a difficult lunch date.
While she explained a dilemma concerning a book project, I listened carefully and understood the issues. I even asked questions when I was confused.
But.
I couldn't help staring past her gesturing left hand, where the dairy cases lit up like Christmas.
My lunch was delicious, my companion patient, the light beautiful.
I may have to go back tomorrow.
To try again.
That's when I became a difficult lunch date.
While she explained a dilemma concerning a book project, I listened carefully and understood the issues. I even asked questions when I was confused.
But.
I couldn't help staring past her gesturing left hand, where the dairy cases lit up like Christmas.
My lunch was delicious, my companion patient, the light beautiful.
I may have to go back tomorrow.
To try again.
Friday, November 8, 2013
Noon in the Village
Business closed.
Building empty.
One table; one chair.
Shadows the only occupants.
Edward Hopper nostalgia.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Trail of Tears Motorcyclists
As I finished showering this morning, I heard their roar, toweled quickly, and rushed downtown so I wouldn't miss them. I was not disappointed. Thousands of motorcyclists roared by on their Trail of Tears fundraiser from Chattanooga to Florence, Alabama. A few hearty Sewanee citizens gathered on the grass near Taylor's, Shenanigans, and Mountain Breeze and waved as the men, children, and children rolled by. One picture just doesn't tell the story.

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