My grandfather used to eat toast dipped in tea for breakfast. He had no teeth.
Today I dipped my buttered toast in coffee. I have all my teeth.
Speaking of my grandfather, who’s dead but was a memorable character:
– He had no teeth and didn’t wear dentures.
– He was missing 3 or 4 fingers.
– He often ate food straight from the can, unheated.
– He used to work in the lumber industry in the middle of Newfoundland, which accounts for his missing fingers and liking of cold food.
– His remaining fingers were stained puke yellow from smoking all his life, but he stopped cold-turkey a few years before he died.
– He could drink a bottle of beer in one swig.
– He was a phenomenal spoon player (from what I remember as a kid).
– He wore 1-piece long johns (union suit) as underwear – the kind that cover you from the neck down to your ankles and had a flap covering your ass.
– He was incredibly strong.
This recording is from Jill Barber‘s last album, Chances. It’s not representative of the rest of the album, but it’s pretty damn cool. Sorry about the embedded player, which takes up too much space, but it provides the highest online playback I could find. UPDATE: She’s on eMusic.com too. Nice.
Our Sunday morning trek was in a park we never visited before: Irishtown Park, located just outside Moncton‘s city limit to the North. There was a rumor once that Mick Jagger once hiked there with his family during the Rolling Stones concert in Moncton a few years ago.
The park is big. There are big maps that show your location, with some paths covered with gravel that are 10 feet wide and others being rough paths through woods full of tree roots, bogs, and mud.