Down the Road
This is a shameless pitch for Joe and Aggie’s Cafe located on Hopi Drive, in Holbrook, Arizona (astride Route 66 – where you get your kicks). It’s the oldest restaurant in Holbrook, operated continuously by the same family since 1943. It’s about an hour and a half from me, which means that I don’t stop unless I’m eastbound on I-40 for some reason.
Little places like this eclipse the national brands where the food takes remarkably like cardboard most of the time.
Correctly Identify the Tank
Careful, don’t jump to conclusions before you’re certain.
Those Darned Sharks
In 1799, a naval scandal sent shockwaves through the British West Indies: an American Brig, the Nancy, was suspected of smuggling enemy goods. These were the days when four sparring countries filled Caribbean waters with friction and suspicion. Britain, Spain, France, and the Netherlands were engaged in a bitter colonization campaign, each vying to be masters of the sea. Though America was neutral, it came as a bitter blow for Britain when they found evidence suggesting that their (ex) brothers across the Atlantic were trading with the Dutch.
Fingers immediately pointed towards the brig Nancy, which had set sail from Baltimore to the Dutch island Curacao on 3 July that year. From there she sailed to Haiti, where HMS Sparrow, was sent to intercept her. After a chase, she was captured and escorted to Port Royal, Jamaica, where a thorough search of the vessel commenced and all of her cargo seized. Nancy’s captain Thomas Briggs was questioned at length, but, to all surprise, nothing incriminating was found. To all intents and purposes, everything was legitimate, and it appeared as though British suspicions were unfounded. A furious Captain Briggs even produced official documents that cleared the ships of any wrongdoing. Just when it seemed that the Americans were about to be acquitted, fate dealt Britain a surprising hand.
A lieutenant named Michael Fitton, of the Royal Navy, serving on HMS Ferret, but he was on a Tender from HMS Abergavenny at the time, when he caught a shark. Inside the creature’s stomach was a bundle of papers, which, it transpired, were Nancy’s real documents, proving beyond any shadow of a doubt that the vessel was indeed carrying contrabands of war.
Captain Briggs had thrown these papers overboard when he realized the Sparrow was on his stern, and a passing shark had devoured them. The papers he’d handed over the Sparrow were fakes. A further search of Nancy was conducted, and secret hideaway compartments containing the concealed commodities were discovered. The Nancy was officially declared as a prize and Captain Briggs and his crew were taken into captivity.
Otago Daily Times, Issue 17960, 12 June 1920, Page 10
The shark’s jaw was inscribed with the words ‘Lieut. Fitton recommends these jaws for a collar for neutrals to swear through.’
A Capybara Resistance?
Apparently yes. In Argentina.
From the Argentinian memeosphere, where the capybara has become a symbol of communist resistance.
In Buenos Aries, they bulldozed a major capybara habitat and built a suburb over it, but then the capybaras came back, and now they refuse to leave.
I ate a capybara once at a restaurant in Latin America. My memory is fuzzy, but I think that it was Southern Mexico. It started with a dare. Usually, I’m able to choke down anything, but this made me a little sick. Not food poisoning sick, but wishing that I could barf sick.
The guy I was with ended up (much later) being kidnapped by narcos and tortured to death – sic transit gloria mundi – but every time that I think of eating that damned capybara, I think of him.
New Taliban Hardware (up-armored)
In case you may have forgotten:
Red Mist is still available from your favorite bookseller in both softback or digital varieties. Buy one of each, give them as gifts instead of a Rolex or a new Ferrari.
The supply is limited.* Get yours now.
*The softback is limited. by the number of trees on the planet. The digital version is limited by the number of electrons in the solar system.