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I’ve mentioned here before about having once followed One Lap of America as part of a media crew. That trip as a passenger in a Honda Element (1st-gen I think) was tough. There was a huge amount of legroom in the 2nd row, really an amazing amount. But almost everything else about that vehicle was really uncomfortable.

Interesting. I’ve heard of the tradition but never done it. And I am in the Midwest, FWIW. Definitely remember seeing blown glass pickle ornaments when I was a kid.

We used to serve hot Dr. Pepper in the concession stand at our high school football games in the ‘80s in Illinois. It’s pretty tasty on a cold night, honestly.

I dunno. They may not be as well-known or successful, but A&W drive-in restaurants have been around for more than 100 years, far longer than almost all other fast food chains.

The records on the box were the first thing I thought of. We’re old! :)

My dad raised Scotch pine Christmas trees as a hobby/side hustle for about 25 years. It was not a small operation, as he had about 20,000 trees in the ground at one point. Scotch pine was the best choice for the clay soil around here. I’ve always thought it a little funny that to be Christmas trees Scotch pines have

Besides what’s been mentioned, a little sliver of smoked salmon, a few capers, and a sprinkle of dill on a deviled egg is very good.

Years ago, when our kids were little and we lived several states away from our parents, our daughter was talking to my mom on the phone. She was about 4 or 5 years old, and she told my mom, “Granny, you need to stop sending us junk we don’t need.” Yikes! That was one of our first “little pitchers have big ears” moments

They forget we’re the ones who created the internet. :)

Oh, I don’t disagree. I’m there for my mom, but it does really start to wear and get old to keep doing this over and over. There needs to be some mutual respect, as I say in my reply to the OP below (or above? who knows where Kinja puts this).

I obviously wasn’t talking to you directly. But there needs to be some mutual respect between both parents and kids in this matter. My wife and I are firmly sandwich generation right now. Our kids are in their 20s and 30s; our parents are in their 70s and 80s. My father-in-law has been living with us for the past year

Don’t expect me to rush to the E.R. with you at 1 a.m. then, when you’re having intestinal problems because you don’t have a gall bladder, but still just eat any old greasy damn thing you please.

One year for our company white elephant gift exchange, I bought a toilet seat and painted holly leaves and berries on it. I told them it was a “redneck Christmas wreath.”

Ooo! I have a bag of this stuck away to bring out when the family gets here tomorrow. Can’t wait! :D

Somehow, this doesn’t sound that weird to me. There’s also steak tartare, a raw meat dish that’s usually considered a delicacy. Tons of people eat raw oysters. And reading this it occurred to me that I myself ate raw fish for lunch today. Still, I do love me some carbs in addition to meat!

So, although I have Netflix, Prime Video, Hulu, Disney+, Paramount+, Peacock, and Apple TV+ subscriptions, I still can’t watch this. We are in a terrible, terrible place for streaming video right now. Some kind of shake-out is going to have to happen.

I haven’t bowled with turkeys, but I did once play bocce at midnight with oranges and grapefruit in the lobby of Marriott World Center in Orlando. I was at a conference, and they had these huuuge bowls of fruit in front of the ballroom. After the official last-night event, about 50 of us somehow got started playing

“The victor would emerge stronger than either, and free from doubt.” - words of wisdom from Gandalf

Yep, I was going to say alignment. I think most cars probably are super-conservatively aligned from the factory. For example, specs often call for slightly positive camber, just to discourage you from cornering too fast. A tiny bit of negative camber and a bit less toe-in than the specs call for can greatly improve

Since honey’s essentially a desert for bacteria