Vegetarian fed?
I understand raised “without antibiotics” and “no added hormones.” But does “vegetarian fed” mean they were fed by a vegetarian? Or possibly that a vegetarian was fed to the cows and pigs?
I am also curious as to how you raise a cow or pig “gluten free.” After all, does it matter if the pig or cow had gluten during its lifetime? Does that mean no corn or wheat at all was fed to these animals?
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Breathe deep or buy a gift certificate before entering.
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After a summer rain, its anthers covered in pollen and filaments opening up, this day lily strives toward renewed life.
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Some things you can’t ig-noir.
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Some days your world is right side up. some days, upside down.
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Reaching toward the future.
Reaching toward the future /
raindrops reflect the present /
while seeds crack the past.
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“One for the money. Two for the show….”
From blue suede to persuade, Elvis is still singing to Marilyn down at the local pizza and sandwich shop. Four years
Elvis and Marilyn hanging out at the local pizzeria from May 25, 2013.
ago, almost to the day, Photo finish Friday featured these two. Not much has changed. Marilyn has gained a cap — which may or may not go with her dress — and she’s clutching her clutch in both hands now. You can never be too careful these days. But they are both still hanging around Harby’s.
Who do you know now that you knew four years ago that might be worth checking in with or writing about. Is he still living in the same place? Does she still have the same job? Do you still see each other and visit?
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Oftentimes the biggest thing holding you down is the crap from above that lands on your wings.
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Photo courtesy of Chris Brock.
by David E. Booker
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
My truck broke down.
My dog died suddenly
And my woman, she left me
Running off with my brother
What else bad can there be?
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
My barber’s quiet frown
Says my hair’s gone astray
Fading from my head, more each day.
Being bald makes me shudder.
I cry and throw my comb away.
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
One left and eleven down.
Empties rattle in the back.
Now here comes the local flack.
He’s after me and no other.
I sip the last of the twelve pack.
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
Sitting in a cell downtown
Waiting to be shipped to the jail
Nobody left to throw my bail.
Then I see my dear ol’ brother.
The look of man about to fail.
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
I give him my best frown.
He walks over and says to me:
“Brother forgive and let it be
“She ran off with yet another.
“Our half-brother who’d been at sea.”
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
Sadly, we can’t have another
On this cold and clear tonight.
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Light and limb and leaf.
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