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Moon Pies

Moon Pie 100<sup>th</sup> Anniversary

With all the hoopla about some event or other occurring on Monday, August 21 of this week, the news of the 100th anniversary of the Moon Pie has been almost totally eclipsed! (HT: my dear wife Becka)

I don't remember ever having heard of, let alone eating (!), a Moon Pie until I came to college in South Carolina. Sorry, but my life was woefully provincial in NW Ohio in the late 1960's. I also learned here that the best way to enjoy a Moon Pie is with RC Cola. The following link about an annual RC-Moon Pie celebration was added in a comment. I thought it should be added at this point in the post since some readers don't look at the comments.


Here are links to several simulated eclipses of the sun with Moon Pies.



The solar eclipse has brought me out of my blogging hibernation. More than a couple people have whined commented to me recently about how much they missed my posts, so I'm going to get back at it. 🙂 At this point, I don't know how frequently I will post, but I will try to let the "IV's" drip through every week or so.

In the comments section of this post, I would enjoy hearing your thoughts about Moon Pies — how much you love them, your favorite way to eat them, or maybe not. To be totally honest, I have ways of getting carbs and fat grams that I much prefer. 😀

Feel free to add your thoughts about the much-hyped eclipse. Here in Greenville, don't try to get a hotel room or possibly even to drive on Monday. On campus alone there are over 8,000 people registered to attend all the special events related to the eclipse.


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Caught Up in the World of French Literature

I have heard from various readers that they have missed my blog posts. I just want to let you know that it's not because I haven't been writing. What I've been doing is adapting French literature for my students. It's a project that started a year ago.

Now that my MLF 202 students have gone through my adaptations, I felt ready to make them available for other French classes. So I am excited to tell you they are now published on Amazon!

The pictures of the books below are linked to the pages on Amazon:
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Planning Ahead

We're in the time of the school year where we teachers are doing lots of planning for the semester and, really, for the whole school year. Planning out a semester's worth of work is harder than it might seem, to those who have never taught. You keep evaluating and re-evaluating whether you can get it all done or if you have enough, if you've left out anything vital, and on and on it goes — particularly if you have a new course or a new textbook.

As I am currently working through the final details of my course syllabi, I thought it would be nice to take a look at some pictures of examples of poor planning or poor execution of good plans. This could also be titled "You had only one job!" but we'll consider mostly the planning aspect.

Did you know that they have schools to teach you to plan?! Even at a school where they teach architects to plan buildings, things don't always work out....

College of Architectural Planning

The plans for this drain were clearly too lofty.

Bad Drainage

Here's a different kind of drainage problem.
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I Greet You, Wholeheartedly!

This has been the "Summer of the Heart" for me.

In my last blog post, when I recounted all the adventures on my trip out west, I left out one huge part of the adventure. Today I will fill in that part of the story for you, which actually began during exam week at school. But to understand that portion of the saga, I need to give you some background information. (I could go on and on, but I'll try to give you a Reader's Digest condensed version, shrinking 15+ years into a few paragraphs.)

For about 15 years I have been aware of my heart fluttering or even racing from time to time. About 5 years ago it started happening fairly frequently, sometimes accompanied with lightheadedness. Because of some family history, my doctor referred me to a cardiologist who scheduled me for a nuclear stress test. The test revealed that there were no blockages and that my heart was pumping my blood very well. This was good news to me since my dad died of a heart attack at the age of 42. The autopsy revealed that several of his coronary arteries were almost completely blocked.

The cardiologist released me to my family doctor who said he had no idea why I was experiencing what I was, but to let him know if I had further difficulties. During the several months following the stress test, I had hardly any episodes of my heart racing. That is, until I went to see my doctor for my annual physical. As I sat on the table waiting for the doctor, I felt my heart start to race. I decided not to say anything and wait to see what the doctor said when he heard it. He kept moving the stethoscope around on my chest and finally asked, "Are you OK?" I replied, "It's fast, isn't it?" He responded, "It's crazy fast!" He had his nurse give me an EKG, but my heart had already stopped racing as the nurse put the pads in place.
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Go West, Old Man! Go East, Young Man and Old Man!

I am breaking my "blogging fast" to tell you about the trip I made the week after school was out. One of the sons of long-time friends of ours has been living in Oregon for three years, first doing an internship in a church, then completing a masters degree. After visiting family here in Greenville over the Christmas break, he and his wife realized how much they missed both sides of the family and decided that they wanted to move back here when David's school year was over.

When David's dad Rick and I were talking after church the first Sunday in April, I asked about their upcoming move. He told me that Hattie and their soon-to-be-two-year-old son Apollo were going to fly back later in April. David was going to drive their car, towing a big U-Haul trailer back to South Carolina the second week of May. Rick wasn't excited about his making the trip alone. Knowing that I wouldn't want to make that trip alone myself, I told him I would be happy to drive back with David, if I could get my body to Oregon. Rick said he would fly me to Oregon if I would drive back with David. Becka thought it was a great idea and said she was glad it was I who was making the drive and not she. Rick checked with David, just to be sure he was willing to spend 5 days on the road with me, and he was!

The least expensive ticket I could find had me arriving several days before David would be able to leave, so I contacted one of my roommates from my college days, Tim, to see if he would be up to a visit from me. He said he definitely was, and he would love to see me and to show me a little bit of Portland, Oregon. So within several days, my one-way ticket was purchased, and I would be on my way out west in about a month. Tim and I would have just an evening and the following full day together before I needed to leave the following morning to join David in Bend, Oregon.

My flight took us over part of the Grand Canyon. I wish it hadn't been so cloudy. If you look carefully, you can make out the canyon beyond the wing of the plane.

Grand Canyon from Airplane

You know you have a layover at the airport in Las Vegas when....
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