What I Discovered About Ice Cream Scoops.

It goes without saying, for anyone who knows me, that I like...strike that...I love ice cream. Always have.Always will. In fact, I like it so much that I even eat it in winter. Funny thing about that. I also like wearing shorts. Always have. Always will. The thing about shorts is that my former neighbors used to take bets how early in the season someone would see me wearing shorts.Then, they would bet on how late in the season I would be seen wearing shorts. To me, shorts were not just for summer. That applies to this topic about ice cream for those that wonder why I jumped from ice cream to wearing shorts. They both are brothers to me from my standpoint. Before I go back to talking about ice cream, I'll end the short story with a small ending. I've been known to walk the beach in the dead of winter at Pawley's Island wearing shorts and a windbreaker? I will mention that it had snowed that morning in South Carolina,too. 

 

 Years ago, I had my first taste of Friendly's Ice Cream in Boston. Yummie! years later, in the lower Great Lakes, Friendly's build a store in a shopping center near my home. Used to walk up to Friendly's at night to get a double dip of double chocolate.Because my taste buds are so active---I can taste several different things from one bite of something prepared--- Baskin-Robings or other places just didn't compare to Friendly's taste. At the western edge of Lake Erie there was a Franklin's ice cream store. That had pretty tasty ice cream products, until Friendly's came to town. I dropped Franklin's like a hot potato and went back to Friendly's. Back here,in Dallas, Braum's is the equivalent of Friendly's and Franklin's. Although, they are based in Oklahoma, as long as it's not football season, I start out at Braum's drive through window in March thru August, then I go to Kroger and get their churned Butter Pecan from September until March.

 Any way, since I am without a car now and have turned my world upside down according to habits, I have been getting weekly deliveries of Butter Pecan from Kroger. And, with loosing so much weight in the hospital from November last to the end of May, I have watched my calories, eat much more healthy than before (I was eating healthy beforehand). Never-the-less, I was making a good effort to be lean and mean again by fall when I could get out and walk more without the Texas heat, humidity and dew points being much of a concerned. My old trusty ice cream scoop is a one piece molded scoop that I like. No springs or gears to worry about...just one nice scoop in which to scoop my ice cream. But, being more wise today than I was years ago, I tossed the card that it came on giving the size. I've tried to measure it wet and dry and pretty much have it down to a scoop some were between small and medium. Wouldn't you know it. So I started a bit of research on ice cream scoops. Boy, did I open a can of worms with that. I soon found out that even the old USDA of USA that usually sets the standards for such things was a bit more uncommitted to saying in print what was standard. Surprising? Not really. 

Over the years, I have watched Washington waffle all over the place to not have something riccochet back at them. As I got farther into the research, I discovered that one small scoop was 88 calories of ice cream. One medium scoop was 133 calories. Now, let the modern era waffling begin. There are Large and Medium scoops that the USDA gave info for. Large ones are 3 table spoons; mediums are 1 and one-half tablespoons. Where on earth is the small? They reported earlier that the small was 88 calories but fail to say how many tablespoons before they start giving scoop sizes. Like, #8 which is 4 ounces or 1/2 cup. A #6 is 5 1/3 ounce and a # 40 is 4/5 of an ounce. Then, they report 1.57 inches for a small;1.96 inches for a medium and 2.36 inches for a large. But get this... for a liter, (that's the big tubs like in the ice cream store) it is 4.2 cups. And finally, they say, 1/4 to 1/3 cup is roughly 2.5 ounces. Now I know what the great Chef's of the world know. Just pour a pile of salt in the center of your palm, dump it into the pan, look at the camera and say with confidence after a slight pause: 1 tablespoon.

 From this day forward, I'm taking the calories in a half-gallon of ice cream, divide it by three and log the calories as 1 scoop or 2 scoops of what ever the remainder shows up on the calculator. Also, I have found a new meaning to what waffling is, big time! 

I'm going into the kitchen now, chunk up two biscuits that I make after lunch, dice three nice strawberries on top of the biscuits and with my trusty friend in the silverware drawer, dip myself 2 dips of butter pecan. That's one dip on each side as it sets before me. See, USDA...I didn't waffle on that, buddy! Especially when it comes to my ice cream!

 

The Thing About Recycling Is That It Is Also Artful

Several years ago while out on a shoot, I came across an interesting thing that reminded me of how fun recycling can be as a photographer, but could/can generate a nice chunk of change. Unfortunately, here in Dallas, while they do have a recycling notion and make some attempt at making it pay for the city, it isn't a big deal. What I'm trying to find out is just why that is and why doesn't the school system not make it pay or even develop a summer program.

 

 The problem is---this is the south, my birthplace, but also, there is no effort to have a recycling area where people from all over the Metroplex bring their glass, aluminum, steel, paper, newspapers, etc.,etc. that kicks out change, even dollars, depending on what you feed the machines. I have seen the Owens-Illinois recycling program at work. One machine had a colorful facing of an animal and it only accepted a specific item. The next one was much the same, but used names like Deno the Dino for one item right on down the line. And speaking of lines, on Saturdays and Sundays,and Holidays, the place was packed with cars with their trunks open and bags of sorted materials were heading to the main arena to fed the animals. It was not only unique, it was fantastic!! Even the adults were excited to go to the zoo. That was the O-I zoo as some had aptly named it.

 

 Just a decade or so I ran into a guy who with his twin brother ran a recycling operation that used pay outs like the O-I center did in the 70's. He even made a trip to Hong Kong to talk to a government official about developing a project that used recycled items. Unfortunately, the interest stopped. I also knew a guy who for his family were big into recycling in Hong Kong and Singapore. In fact, his father was know as the "plastic king of Hong Kong". It just boggles my mind that Americans just don't want to take the time or anything else concerning recycled materials. Even though it is being done. It's not a uniformed industry. It is after all, TRASH!! 

 

Walmart has recycled big time from all its stores and pocketed millions from it. I think about that every time I see a Seven-11 big gulp floating down White Rock Creek, or blown up next to a fence somewhere. Now, I know that 7-Eleven

can only sell the product and does not expect its patrons to stand around drinking it from that cup and then putting it into a trash can so it can be recycle. But, from another standpoint, recycling could become a tax base. Since all the fast foods print their names on like cups, you could encourage an organization that volunteers to pick up those cups and bag them by the name that is on the cup. That could apply to bottles and beer cans as well. Then, by counting the most for say 7-Eleven and then McDonald's or Chick-fil-A, even Whataburger and Sonic, the ones with the most got paid $0.05 each, the next highest got $0.04 and so on.The city could then charge a tax on trash found on the street using the ordinance already on the books.  The ideas are endless.

 

Now the little squirrel that I photographed in a park fabricating a Chick-fil-A cup into a piece with no bottom or top and then slickly cut it down one side before he carried it up to his nest, would not like that. He had even made an effort to go into a trash can to pull it out and then carry it across the street to his tree. But if recycling can be done by a squirrel, why not humans! Don't get me started on issue of what it means to Art! 

 

 

Photographers Really Do See The World Differently

 

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Fire Danger Increases For Texas

 

The National Interagency Fire Center has issued its prediction for increased fire danger across the U S. The link above is for a view of the map. Not only is it helpful, it's also very interesting because it uses the NOAA's satellites. Stay Informed!! In these times, it is paramount. 

Fire Danger Maps

When the page opens, look to the right column that says: In the spotlight. Scroll down to Outlook and click. That will open up a series of U S maps.

 

The Ever So Short Story of Nick Beef and Hash Brown.

Come this November, the stories begin all over again about Lee Harvey Oswald and the President John Kennedy's Assassination. But, also, there is a more human side. 

 

Mr. Oswald is buried in Rose Hill Cemetery, Lot # 258 in the Fairlawn Section in Ft. Worth. Along side him is a tombstone that reads Nick Beef. His real name is Patric Abedin and was 56 years old in 2013 (the last interview that I heard him tell this short story). 

Nick said that he purchased the grave site at the age of 18 for $175.00; the marker for another $987.19.

He continued to say that he was a writer and his nickname came about on a trip with a friend from Lubbock to Dallas. They had stopped at a bar and grill. Having been trying to make each other laugh on the trip, Patric said while waiting for their order, his friend had taken the name Hashbrown. Patric decided that he would take the name Nick Beef. It was a joke but later turned into the tombstone name since the cemetery would not allow a blank stone to be placed on a grave. 

In 2003, I drove out to Rose Hill Cemetery and set in search of the Oswald grave. In a retrospect way, my old friend that was a photographer and reporter for AP (Associated Press) and had taught me how to find things like that where high volume visitors had been. I found the grave with little problem and walked up to the grave. I must admit that it was an errie feeling standing there, having seen Lee Harvey murdered on national TV by Jack Ruby. I was 1200 miles north, still a senior in High School.There was just something that seemed to be around. A presence felt but not explained. 

Since, I have visited the grave of Bonnie Parker, of the Bonnie and Clyde fame. I know where Clyde Barrow is buried but access to the cemetery is restricted. Other famous names that are buried in Dallas that have also been visited are those of  baseball great, Mickey Mantle, Ross Perot and British-American actress Greer Garson, who knew my mother. Her grave and that of her husband Buddy, are buried together in a private corner spacious lot as they stood in marriage, surrounded by high hedges. It is a very humble setting for such an amazing woman.

 

Others that are yet to be visited are none other than Tom Landry and his bronze fedora marker and Mary Kay Ash, founder of Mary Kay Cosmetics. There is also a senator that was killed in a plane crash that is interred there. I have passed his grave with a Historical Marker outside the high hedge plot much like Greer and Buddy's lot. 

 
 

Are You Ready For US Rooftop Geocoding?

 Well, the good news is that it's coming soon. The bad news is it's been around for a few years but the public seems to be demanding it so much currently, that Texas A&M has a full program nicknamed geocoding 101. 

It's going to be great for the new age of grocery delivery and restaurant food delivery as well as making anyone who needs directions to you will like it. Currently, it is reported to cost up to $25,000 annually. 

The hazard risk is being reported as that of, insurance companies will be better at determine if you live close to a chemical plant or a refinery and most likely, if you do, you see an increase in your rates. One of the three major risk factors is human error.The second major risk factor is that "you don't know what you don't know."

The company says in one of their ads to,"give us the geocodes, we'll give you the corresponding, valid addresses.Super fast,Crazy accurate."

 

Businesses that use the airport, like taxi services,

will also benefit as package delivery services that service cargo depots at the airport.

This company will benefit from the rooftop geocoding of addresses, zipcodes for more accurate delivery.

An Angle Abides

"Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by doing so some people have entertained angels without knowing it."  ~  Hebrews  13:2

Thomas Carlyle wrote that,"Music is well said to be the speech of angles. 

Long have I known the verse from the Christian bible. It has in some way always stuck with me and a deeper understanding has grown over the years. Since I have let loose of my car, I really do not have trouble filling my day. I cook more, I read more, I listen to WRR's classical programing as I edit pictures and most of all, I set aside a bit of time--not long periods-- but little breaks throughout my workday in which to think.

When I was driving, just prior to the Corona Virus meltdown, on one leg of my Shoot Wheel, as  I parked my car, a man waved at me. I did not know him. Unpacking my camera, I started shooting some wild flowers that the city of Richardson had planted. They were in full bloom. As I walked about the flower bed shooting, the  man  came over to me and was asking about photography. In talking to him. He was most interested in music. I said to the man that," music and photography go together like peanut butter and bread. It sticks with you forever. Or, it can stand alone nicely, as well"  He laughed and said that he was just out taking a stroll. I continued shooting some flowers along an alley fence and as I came out from the alley to go to my car, giving the little park a glance to wave at him upon leaving, he was no where to be seen. Making a mental note of how strange it felt for some reason, I got into my car to continue my shoot route. 

This past week I remembered that scripture verse and pulled down my Arthur Gordon from the shelf. As good as his book is, there wasn't anything about angels there. Then, I turned to my little library and came across my old copy of the Chicken Soup series. There popped out a brief story on angles. I reread the story again submitted by Rosemary Goodwin. There it was in a category named, Angles Among Us. The story was very much like I had experienced with the man that ask about photography.

 That got me to thinking even more and I can recall at least two other experiences like that over the years. It was like the person appeared out of no where and then was gone with no trace of them again after a short  period of time. It was not a fluke. It had a veil of mystery about it that stuck with me over time. 

When the summer's heat breaks and I am able to get out and walk for periods of time, I will be more entertaining than I have been in the past.There was just something that felt different-- not in a threatening way of sorts but just some kind of void that allowed me to respond to his question about photography and not really entertain him with a lot of questions.  

Since I was a kid,  I have believed in Angles. I have shot statues of them in cemeteries to museums. They have their own mystery about their beings While I have lots of unanswered questions about the mysteries of faith, doubting any of it is just not going to happen. There are to many other things where I have resolved questions about life that were answered in my thoughts some years later.