1. After I bought some groceries at Yoke's, I visited three stores locally where I thought I might find a stove top espresso pot -- also called a moka. I struck out at Tractor Supply, Ace Hardware, and Walmart. (I did purchase a portions dinner plate at Walmart -- nearly six months after one of transplant dieticians pointed out such a plate might help me eat more balanced meals and help me serve myself more reasonable food portions. It's never too late, I guess!)
So, with espresso on my mind, I stopped at Silver Peak Espresso, ordered a cappuccino, returned home, and ordered a moka, a milk foamer, and a couple of espresso cups online. I'm looking forward to having some fun times diversifying my all important coffee drinking life at home.
2. Lou Michel and Dan Herbeck wrote in a chapter covering about thirty-five pages a carefully researched account of Timothy McVeigh's childhood and adolescence. Nothing stood out as remarkable. He matured into a resourceful teenager, a computer whiz, a hard worker, a rural kid who enjoyed cars and rifles. His parents separated and divorced. He lived with his hardworking and dedicated father and spent a lot of great time with his father's father. He had sex.
The young Timothy McVeigh loved animals, hated to see animals be injured, killed, or die. He was a scrawny youngster who learned how to deal with bullies and developed a lasting empathy for underdogs, for anyone he felt was being taken advantage of or overpowered by individuals or by entities, like government agencies.
My sense in reading this opening chapter was that Michel and Herbeck wanted to point out that very little in McVeigh's growing up years signaled that he would become an anti-government terrorist.
From other reading I've done and programs I've listened to about McVeigh, I've learned he was deeply affected, unsettled by his experience in the military and his tour of duty in the Gulf War.
I look forward to reading what Michel and Herbeck have to say about how McVeigh's thinking and outlook was affected by and during his years of military service.
3. I was all ready after my shopping trip to Yoke's to stretch a container of homemade chicken soup concentrate into a dinner for Debbie and me.
Then Debbie fired off a text message: "I'll bring home dinner."
I should have seen this coming.
Debbie enjoys winding down at Radio Brewing on Thursdays after school and she often brings us home food. .
The dinner was terrific. We split a mushroom and Gouda cheeseburger along with pasta salad and a nifty portion each of Muligitawny soup.
It worked!
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