6 thoughts on “Weekend Plans Post: Friday the 13th

  1. Some of the bad luck things I understand. Walking under a ladder increases the chances — perhaps substantially — that something heavy will get dropped on you. Breaking a mirror? Until historically recent times, mirrors were so damned expensive that breaking one was its own bad luck. Same with spilling salt; it was valuable stuff.

    Everywhere I’ve lived since I had delusions of adulthood I’ve tried to poke into at least some of the 100-125 years back history. The settlement that would become Lincoln, NE was on Salt Creek. Named that because it leached enough salt out of the low-level deposit that extracting and selling it could be a viable business for at least one family. Lasted until the discovery of the big Kansas salt domes, at which point salt became (almost) as cheap as dirt.

    1. Wait what…Kansas salt domes? Well I’ll be…and most of that is within two hours or so of where I grew up and this is the first I’ve heard of it. There’s a museum in Hutchinson so maybe I’ll drag the family out for a visit next time I visit my Dad.

      1. One of my BILs worked in the salt mine where the museum is for his first job out of high school. He does not speak fondly of it.

        It’s always interesting when local products are still available. Carey brand table salt is apparently still a thing. At the Kroger chain local to me, down on the bottom shelf in the baking goods aisle, is Great Western brand sugar. Some of the beets that go into that are grown in Colorado. There’s a stub of the still-operating Great Western railroad built to service the sugar beet industry across the road from where I live.

  2. Weekend post mortem:

    Friday we attended a chorus concert that was really adventurous musically. Absolutely blown away by the performance. This was preceded by dinner at a local sausage restaurant that was equally enjoyable.

    Saturday we took a jaunt down to the South Side so my partner could go to an event at a yarn shop. We had lunch at the local diner that hasn’t changed a bit in the 30 years I’ve been dining there. Wish there was a spot like that near the house! I went to the neighborhood record shop and picked up a couple of Chicago power pop albums.

    Sunday was Father’s Day, which means the last round of the U.S. Open. This year’s tourney had a thrilling finish, mostly due to the course finally getting the better of the golfers. The winner sank a 64′ putt to clinch. I love watching this every year.

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