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Sunday, July 25, 2004

Oy Vey Exodus – lyrics by Pat Boone   This land is mine, God gave this land to me This brave and ancient land to me And when the morning sun reveals her hills and plain Then I see a land where children can run free So take my hand and walk this land with me And walk this lovely land with me Though I am just a man, when you are by my side With the help of God, I know I can be strong Though I am just a man, when you are by my side With the help of God, I know I can be strong To make this land our home If I must fight, I'll fight to make this land our own Until I die, this land is mine   6:10:15 PM    comment []

Bonaparte Pickles   After the lime time, these guys bided their time refrigerated in tap water. Today, I located some dill seeds so ‘Ove’ Glove and I could go ahead with the rest of the project. The Ziplock keeps the pickles submerged and, so I hear, alleviates the need for skimming. I usually do big batches of pickles, in a crock, so this is experimental.   That orange thing is a habanero and the garlic cloves have settled to the bottom.                     4:14:01 PM    comment []

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Eye On The Sky   Coast Guard Petty Officer Third Class Albert Herrington patrols Boston Harbor in preparation for the Democratic National Convention on Monday   Welcome to Boston!         2:34:29 AM    comment []