This photo provided by the Museum of the City of New York shows an original copy of the famous 1948 ‘Dewey Defeats Truman’ edition of the Chicago Tribune from the museum’s upcoming exhibit, ‘Campaigning for President: New York and the American Election,’ opening on Tuesday June 24, 2008, in New York. The exhibit dramatically traces the history of American presidential campaigns from George Washington to George W. Drawing on a vast collection of treasures and artifacts, the exhibit shows how the selection of U.S. presidents has evolved over two centuries.
Tammy => I’m glad to hear your “baby girl” made it home safe and sound. Have fun with your day and don’t get wet!
All the rain and humidity have created a bumper crop of weeds around here. It’s so bad Jake can almost get lost in his patch of weeds that used to be his “recycled dog food dump”. I guess that area is particularly well fertilized.
MjL 25 Jun 2008, 07:16 a.m.
That’s what I miss about having dogs -- the fertilizer! We had the best grass in the backyard.
Tammy 25 Jun 2008, 07:38 a.m.
Really! Well grab a shovel and something to put it in, then head on over to Jake’s outdoor poop place! You can take home all you want. Ewwww! Never mind. I think I just threw up a little in the back of my throat!
MjL 25 Jun 2008, 07:55 a.m.
Tracey is closing the clinic today so she didn’t go in to work until noon. I went to have an early lunch with her. We stopped at Bob Evans in Pekin. Ordinarily I have good things to say about this establishment but today was irksome enough for me to reduce the tip. First, I ordered a cup of chili and coleslaw to go with my chicken strips ... and BBQ sauce to dip it in. The waitress brings me half a small bowl of drippy coleslaw and informs me there is no chili. Two strikes — one for the inadequate serving of coleslaw and two for not knowing they didn’t have chili until after I ordered it. So I tell her I’ll take mashed potatoes, not mashed potatoes and gravy, just mashed potatoes. My meal arrives with no BBQ sauce and some kind of canned poultry gravy on my potatoes. Strikes three and four. Later she called me “Hun” which is ridiculous coming from someone half my age and she didn’t refill my iced tea. The clincher comes as we are leaving and the lady taking my money asked the perfunctory “How was everything?” and I replied, “Just OK.” She asked what she could do to make it better and I told her they could quit running out of chili. She said I could fill out a “satisfaction form” and maybe that would help them to serve better. I told her maybe I could just start going somewhere else that doesn’t run out of chili, like Shake-A-Stake, and also where they don’t ask me silly questions they don’t really want to hear the answer to. I came home and took a nap. I’m still not over my chili deprivation but I’m not sleepy anymore.
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