Photo credit: Scott Cain "Tacos today" An employee’s loyalty is tested when their employer does not pay them. They are sympathetic to the suffering as their boss endures to keep the business afloat. But they too struggle with their own needs. Especially the ones that conflict them. Chapter 1 There were no trees at the corner of Third and Rose. Only a flat field of concrete where the old door factory had burned down. Weathered cement floors and foundation were all that remained. Weeds adorn in unappreciated flowers grew through the cracks where they could. The large urban plot blighted by its general lack of activity was a forgotten place. At its edge between the property and the sidewalk stood a chain link fence and a small hand painted sign. The diminutive little sign was about the size of a cereal box. Adorned in periwinkle with hand scripted white letters. A curios advertisement lost in the bright wide open space. Yet, the brilliant contrasting colors gave i...
Photo credit: Scott Cain "St Patrick Stew" For Colin Happy St. Urho’s Day! For my son, the recipe distilled from five other recipes. Hopefully he likes it. The venison from Robert Ruiz (AKA, Bobby Danger!). It had been in our freezer since 2022 and 2023 respectively. Essentially all ingredients were what was on hand on this day. At the start of the day (8am), the meat was still frozen. so I added it to the slow cooker immediately, and covered it with the all the liquids required for the recipe. Once defrosted (10am), I added the remaining ingredients. Turing the cooker on high for one hour and then back to low for 7 hours. I estimate that all should be ready by 6pm. 2 tablespoon olive oil 1 pound venison cubed 1 pound ground venison 1/2 pound bacon (cut to squares)*cook separately and then add 1/4 cup all purpose flour Freshly ground salt and pepper 2 cups beer (Guinness) *one pint 2 shots whiskey (Old Grand Dad 115) 1 tablespoon Worcest...
Photo credit: ( Scott Cain ) "Should you decide to sail away" Written for Cheyenne If you go I will not interfere I will stand upon the foredeck White trousers and blue blazer Flapping in the breeze Watching in stoic silence Your vessel departing for warmer waters Staring without wavering Blinking not Until that dot on the horizon disappears I will not tell the crew what I had just witnessed It is not their burden to know. Every one of your words unforgettable in my soul. I will look to their smiles for gratitude I will seek their laughter for latitude But in my cabin In the quiet moments I will play a different tune out of my eyes Where every note remembers The one who filled my cup in unexpected ways. Today’s entry in the ships log Will not mention any fever-filled designs To swim to an uncharted shoal At breakfast in the salon where I take my grub I ...
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