"Robatoy" wrote:

Funny, because I don't mind Spam. If it wasn't for the insane amount
of sodium in it, I'd still fry up a 1/2" slice of it and eat it.
(Angela runs a stroke clinic, need I say more?)


Ah, the memories.

Dateline: The Benjamin's, North Channel, Ontario.
(North end of Lake Huron)

The only way in or out, is by boat, and you don't move after dark.

After an evening of "campfire", AKA: Cold beer and tall tales, dinghy back
to the boat, 1/2" slabs of spam warmed in a cast iron chicken fryer,
smothered in BBQ sauce, washed down with a cold beer.

Now that is living.

"Wonder what the poor folks in Beverly Hills are doing to night" is a
thought that would come to mind.

Lew