With no original thought again this day perhaps a trip into the picture files for something that will trigger some reflections. There are two funerals next week which I'll write about after the fact. Peers are dying which the reality of a person of a certain age.
Takk for alt,
Al
This is the egg store near "my" house in Thailand. The store was about the size of a one stall garage and all they sold were eggs. The eggs were priced according to size, the larger the more expensive. Because they were not washed they didn't need refrigeration even in the tropical heat. When purchased they were put in a plastic bag. Sitting on the back of a motorcycle it was my job to hold them until we arrived at home and none were ever broken. At home Met would refrigerate them. Thai omelets are exceptionally good, perhaps becasue they were done in a wok? Naturally, the omelet was served on a bed of rice.
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