tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244999628674918029.post7069270586094184274..comments2024-03-28T15:07:28.751-05:00Comments on Bayou Renaissance Man: The puns are flying in Scotland . . .Peterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595089829300831372noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244999628674918029.post-18363142224860510142015-10-31T07:54:54.786-05:002015-10-31T07:54:54.786-05:00Do you know the name of the plaice where it happen...Do you know the name of the plaice where it happened?Timbonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244999628674918029.post-57207036328384295452015-10-30T18:04:13.480-05:002015-10-30T18:04:13.480-05:00From the Fishmongers to the Journalists: fraternal...From the Fishmongers to the Journalists: fraternal greetings, our trade is wrapped in yours.<br /><br />Quentinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244999628674918029.post-77531271508268778162015-10-30T16:44:43.156-05:002015-10-30T16:44:43.156-05:00That "reduce speed" sign seems to be goo...That "reduce speed" sign seems to be good advice, even if placed a little late :-) I like the <i>chum a la voiture</i> but it's probably not as bad as running over a skunk.<br /><br />I've never seen a fish-strewn divided highway, but a few years ago while driving westbound on Route 90 late one night we spotted innumerable head-sized white objects in the road ahead as we approached the Cheektowaga (a suburb of Buffalo, New York) exit. Turned out that a double-trailer (formerly) containing thousands of gallon milk jugs had just jack-knifed minutes before our arrival, spilling many many of the plastic jugs over at least 200 meters. (Fortunately no one was seriously injured.) For a wonder, they were all intact - no big puddles of milk as one might expect. We got clear of the milk and, it being late and taking the accident as a warning sign from above, pulled off to check into one of the innumerable craptastic $59/night motels near the exit. Five minutes later, having checked in to a place overlooking the tollway, we saw that traffic was <i>massively</i> backed up; lights as far as one could see receding into the east. A check on the GPS indicated miles. <br /><br />Cheektowaga is a weird food-accident magnet in my experience. Among other things, once saw an overturned banana truck. Thing'd flipped on its side and skidded on an icy cloverleaf ramp. The top of the truck was seriously bowed out from the force of the cargo slamming into it. Multi-ton banana smoothie.<br /><br />Incidentally, driving on peri-Buffalo back roads this summer (on the way to East Aurora, NY and the charming Roycroft Inn) we were pleased to see a number of outdoor ranges and other signs of a healthy gun culture. The derided "Up-Staters" are apparently nothing like the NYC-area denizens of the state. Mike_Cnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244999628674918029.post-2147613331816043882015-10-30T15:01:12.867-05:002015-10-30T15:01:12.867-05:00Good ones, and true to 'form' as it were.....Good ones, and true to 'form' as it were... :-)Old NFOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16404197287935017147noreply@blogger.com