I'm not great with pickles mostly because I don't have any great fondness for them. Mom made them all the time but I never bothered. Sauerkraut only involves salt and I manage pretty well with that. I just don't do pickles, Woof!
Everybody knows something that I don't know and that's the total truth. It's so sad when people turn their minds off to learning. The more I read, the more I learn and the more I talk with people, well it's all the same. I used to love talking with older people. I learned so much from my own older relatives I always thought there would be something more to learn from older friends. And that was true too.
The problem with that concept though, Woof, is that now I'm the older generation at almost 73 and it scares me a little that there's still so much I don't know.
The oil spill from a barge collision late yesterday created a mess on the Mississippi River, the part that flows through the far western edge of KY nearly on the Missouri line. So today I've spent hours trying to find out which fish the oil is surely killing. Of course it's several miles from my home but the banks of the river that flows through the state are ripe with Civil War History, and the feel of the place is just very nearly hallowed to me. So of all things, I worry about those fish and realized I have no clue which fish are abundant there. It's sort of rural there so not many people but there are water critters.
See, there's just no telling what ignorance tomorrow will bring to me.
