Wedding shower

Here you see the gifts brought to the wedding shower for distinguished Monterey citizen Joel and his beautiful financee, Stephanie. The brunch event was held at a restaurant in Leola last Sunday, hosted by friends of Stephanie's family.
The wedding will be held November 10. We are in the count-down last 30 days. Table cloths, candles, silverware, menus, music, guest list, clothes--it's the current conversation and work.
We're all really excited for this.
Family and friends will come from Oregon, Ohio, New York, Virginia, Deleware, and many points in between.

Bill Moyers uses sounds from Monterey

Well, Monterey isn't the center of the world, but for a few moments anyone in the world who was listening to Bill Moyer's Journal would have been hearing a few sounds generated here.

Weekly, Bill Moyers produces a reflective television piece. Last Friday it featured the book Amish Grace. The sound of the hymn and the schoolhouse bell were supplied by Harmonies. We get a little link and credit.

This link should get you to it: http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/10052007/profile4.html

I dream of marrying...Jo Pee and Fundi

Bennerblog picked up another of my attempts at humor.

If you want to read it go here: www.bennerblog.com

Find out who Jo Pee and Fundi are and what kind of pre-marital counseling I would have provided them if Falwell had asked me to sub for him. All very suppositional.

Toadstools?

Mushrooms cuddling? Toadstools? What are these growths in the lawn?

Here are some definitions: "an edible agaric (contrasting with the inedible toadstool)"--whatever agaric is. "Fungi of Basidiomycota with a cap at the end of a stem arising from underground mycelium."

Well, my Latin is not very good today, so whatever that means.

I remember seeing things like this which had popped up overnight when I was a kid. I was so fascinated. I don't think my parents (or any of my fiends' parents) ever bought mushrooms at the local pop and mom grocery. What a waste! Buying air. It's not food. It won't fill you up or stick to your ribs.

I knew enough to know that some people eat them. My Mom knew enough to tell me that some are poisonous. Which ones? She didn't know. I don't know. There was no internet to tell us how to tell the difference. The online dictionary reserves the term "toadstool" for the bad ones. So am I looking at a scrumptious topping for my hamburger or agonizing indigestion and possible death?

I'll never know, because I had to mow them down.

It just leaves me with the thought--why isn't the atomic bomb cloud called the toadstool cloud?