I am now the part owner of a five gallon bucket of fabulous pickles. Well, I WILL be, come Thursday.
Here's the story.
Pari, Penny, Rachel, and I went out to lunch today to mourn Rachel's imminent departure from our vicinity. ( Joshua and Rebekah came along too...) We went to a place called Firehouse Subs and enjoyed delectable sandwiches...along with some reeeeeally good dill pickle spears. They were so unusually fantastic that I went up to the counter and asked the manager where he had gotten them. He told me that they get them in these big five gallon buckets from Knoxville. Huh. He even pulled one out of the back and showed it to me. I was hoping for some clue as to why they tasted so different but to no avail. He said many people comment on the pickles and that they usually go through a bucket a day!
Pari asked him if he could order us a bucket and he agreed. So on Thursday, I'm going to pick up our pickles. I think we're going to have the things coming out our ears!
While we ate our lunch we sat below a TV tuned to Fox News which was covering the funeral of Corretta Scott King...I almost said " the live funeral of..." and then I realized how strange that would sound. Anyway...It started around noon, I guess, and this evening when I came out of the library, got into my car and turned on the radio around 6:30, they said that the funeral had just ended. WOW. I have never heard of a funeral going that long.