"Rooted" may be a better choice of words. What you see above is the top of an actual fence post that used to sit on my property.

The photograph above represents what I eventually came to see whenever I paid it a visit. So I brought it to life with my camera and some computer software simply as an exercise in creativity.

I can only attest for the 23 years I have lived here but local historians believe it's a good bet this post was probably placed in the ground over a hundred years ago. The general consensus is that it was set where it shouldn't of been; just outside my property line.

So last spring when the city of Alpine was reassessing it's property the location of my errant post was duly noted.

When I took down the fence [by demand] this post was so stubborn I had to pull it out with a tow chain hitched to the chassis of my truck. Apparently it was placed in the ground when it was still alive and as a result of an apparent "last gasp" effort, it sprouted roots. Seriously, a fence post with actual roots.

My wife has labeled me as a know-it-all (and as she is one herself she must certainly be correct). Know it or not it's her rhetoric reference to the the fact that my opinions are rooted in 62 years of experience. The fence post story illustrates the fact that right or wrong, in the end, even the most established and rooted of "whatever" can be dislodged with proper persuasion. So please feel free to attempt to dislodge any of my opinions that follow if deemed necessary.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

'Naked' Salad


Now before anyone gets upset, it’s only carefully placed food and it’s as risque as you’ll ever see on this blog.

Be careful how you word your reply the next time your waitress asks you what dressing you prefer on your salad. Here's what I was given when I replied with the single word, "naked."

No one at the table was upset or embarrassed. Perhaps because there were no women seated.

Anyway, it was delicious and matched the centerpiece, an ice sculpture of the Venus de Milo.

All were amused except Robert. He was more than amused. He carefully put his salad in a Styrofoam container and took it home with him. When I asked him why he replied, “It doesn’t come with any warnings about headaches, high blood pressure, dizziness or four hour erections.” ;-)

- From a small café in the art district of Santa Fe, New Mexico
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