360086 Views. Thuty-six, eighty-six... and double-ought in between. All I can say is "thank you" for following this old poet & pirate and puppet & Prince on his last journey. It's sure been a strange one.
In other news I had what was possibly the worst breaking of fast I've had in recent memory. Last time I was at Winn-Dixie and rummaged through their breakfast selections in frozen goods I saw a New Thing- Jimmy Dean's Quesadilla. Flat bread, sausage, egg, and cheese.
It sure looked good on the package. I heated one ( You get two, just in case you are fool enough to want to duplicate the experience... ) according to directions, pried it out- and got something you had trouble cutting with a knife, let alone taking a bite out of...
I even tried smearing it with butter to lubricate & soften it a bit... and it was still akin to munching on shoe leather. After a few experimental gnaws of this scone-like concoction I pulled it open and salvaged a few bites of sausage & egg out of it. Smeared more butter on the flatbread and had a few bites of that. The rest went down the maw of the garbage disposal... and I have one left! Yum, yum...



Less Ottawa.







