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Dear Companies,

You would think people would know their own e-mail addresses. Sadly, this is not always the case. Also, typos happen.

So please do not let customers tell you their e-mail addresses by typing them in or telling you over the phone rather than by sending you an email (at least not without confirming that they received an e-mail sent to the address that they supplied). But if you must, don't then proceed to supply them important information only via e-mail from a no-reply address.

When you accept wrong e-mail addresses and then don't even allow the recipient you are bothering to let you know about the error, that's not nice. Especially when you are also sticking things on a calendar that is attached to that address, American Airlines.

And especially when your e-mail yells at me for looking at private information that's not mine, doctors.

It's not even good business.

Here's a bonus hint: If someone hasn't been to your clinic in over two decades, you might want to confirm that the snail-mail address you have for them is correct. Especially if that's where you're mailing your bills.

Sincerely,
The Wrong Debbie

P.S. Providing me a long-distance number (which I'm going to assume will bring me to a non-human) is not encouraging me to get back to you on this, either.

Blue Bell News of the Week

Poor Blue Bell is out for the count. It's going to be "several months at a minimum" before ice cream is again sold to the public. They are going to extreme lengths to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. For example, they are cleaning everything including air conditioning systems and "Eliminating possible contamination pathways, including redesigning work spaces to re-route traffic in production areas, placing barriers between work areas, installing additional foot washers at doors into production areas, and discontinuing use of outside materials such as wood pallets in sanitary areas."
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If you live long enough, things will change on you.

By long enough, I mean, oh, a month?

Run-Tex is closed--both locations. They were the go-to place for running shoe fittings and race information. Maybe they can monetize their website (where all the race information is).

There used to be a McDonald's near me with plenty of business. Now it's a pile of rubble. Not that I love McDonalds so much, but I do like it better than a pile of rubble. Robin said maybe something better is taking its place. We hoped the same thing when the Grandy's closed. It became Mattress Firm. Hmm, McDonald's's website says it's closed for remodelling. Interesting use of the word "remodelling."

Le Soleil is closed. They couldn't get enough business even though they had the same delicious food as the owner's evil ex's Sunflower. They tried changing the name. They tried changing it from a Vietnamese restaurant (possibly Robin's favorite Austin restaurant) to a ramen restaurant (all the rage here this year) with a mean chef, and now the place is closed.

So, there's always a little adventure in the air. There are three changes I'm looking forward to right now:

A new HEB is opening at the old airport this summer - We have very high hopes for this store in easy biking distance.

Austin's first Trader Joe's is opening next year. Or this fall. Neither proposed location is particularly convenient for us, but they are more convenient than the last two we visited (in Phoenix and Indianapolis).

And apparently ACC will be using their Highland Mall property for classrooms after all. Starting with a math emporium, for catching people up in math, set to open in a year and a half.

Quotes of the Day

"Sleep repellent," referring to a caffeinated beverage - me

"Lunch whisperer," referring to my friend Sylverre, who can order lunches that her co-workers always like - one of Sylverre's co-workers

"Yes, I'm good at merging. Merging and getting lost are skills I have that are just easy for me." - not quite an exact quote from Robin, but only because I can't remember it right.
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Today I noticed that another place in the food court at my local mall had closed--a big place. The food court had seemed to have few closings relative to the rest of the mall, but on closer inspection we saw that in addition to the big salad place and, oh yeah, the burger place and, oh right, the cinnamon roll place we had already noticed, the other burger place and the ice cream place and smoothie place have also closed.

We were wondering just what percentage of stores are open, so we counted. We decided to count a store as open even if it had big "store closing" signs on it (I remember two of these). We also counted one place as closed even though it was open for gaming for a few hours on Saturdays. We counted related adjacent stores as a single store if one was an optometrist and one was selling eyeglasses or if there was an obvious doorway between the two but otherwise not (3 pairs qualified as a single store; 1 did not). And we decided to exclude the carts from the count because it was impossible to guess how many carts had closed (remains were rare). We decided to classify the train rides (now open only on weekends) as a "cart" and thus did not have to decide whether it was open or closed.

I was wondering if half the stores were closed yet. The answer is no. We counted 88 open stores and 54 closed stores. This surprises me because a June 2009 article on America's Most Endangered Malls shows our mall with a 61% occupancy rate, our findings show an occupancy rate of 62%, and we've noticed a lot more stores closing than opening since then.

Best stores still open:
* Godiva
* Hot Topic
* the sushi place (has the best chicken samples, anyway)

Most common survivors:
* shoe stores (as one shoe store proclaimed: better than chocolate and lasts longer, too)
* stores with X or Z in the name
* smelly stores (perfumes or soap)

So, if you want a good chance to survive in our mall, you might want to look into opening a shop called Xtreme Candle Shooz.
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LiveJournal's default posting mode for me is now "Rich text" instead of "HTML." That's annoying.

**

My gas company increased their "customer charge," a constant monthly charge, 25% this month. But they also reduced their "delivery charge," a charge based on gas quantity used, 58%.

In really cold months, this could lead to a small reduction in my total bill. Most months, these changes mean a small increase, though ($1.10 extra this month over what it would have been with the old numbers).

What reduced the delivery costs? What increased the fixed costs ("bill processing, meter reading, meter equipment, service line maintenance and customer service personnel")? There is no explanation.
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Remember how I regularly go walking in a local air-conditioned but not-currently-very-successful mall? Well, some soccer fans are pushing for a stadium in town, and that mall is currently one of the three proposed sites. They are wanting a "natural grass" outdoor stadium that could also be used for outdoor music concerts (see imaginative map).

Outdoor? I'm sweating just thinking about it.

Otherwise, soccer fields sound good to me, but that's just because ultimate frisbee is generally played on soccer fields. Of course really it would just be some monstrosity surrounded by a sea of parking lot. Kind of like a mall. Only it would usually be locked up.

According to the Austin Business Journal's Shopping for an answer, it appears the mall owners just would like it to become a slightly better mall.

Web page of the day - speaking of insurance, I decided to google "hail-proof roof" (I think it was) and found this gem. "No roofing material is fully hail proof. If anyone saw the hail storm that went through Dallas/Ft. Worth in the mid-nineties or the OK City hail storm of April '04, you'd know what I mean. There are hail-RESISTANT roofs. These products have Class 1 through Class 4 hail-resistance ratings, 4 being the highest."

This page is short and sweet and told me just what I wanted to know. "Many roofs carry this rating ... [including] some metal roofs, some tile and some composition shingles."

Score. My next roof is going to have at least a Class 4 hail-resistant rating and I'm going to ask my insurer for a discount. I had my roof re-shingled when I moved in 13 years ago. Because I sprang for 30-year shingles instead of the standard 20-year shingles, my roof is expected to last 23 years (instead of 17; the sun is a harsh mistress). So it will be a while (probably). But it's good to have a plan.

Real Eggs

Aug. 14th, 2007 07:44 pm
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This is the opposite of a story about businesses making (amusingly) poor language translations of mottoes, signs, etc. Sometimes the translation can remove problems with the original. Compare:

Original:
not every egg makes the grade
Imagine an egg. A real, Grade A egg from a local farm. Imagine that wholesome egg cracked fresh in the morning, and dropped onto a hot griddle to sizzle up warm and delicious, just for you. Wow, you must have imagined yourself ordering an Egg McMuffin (R) sandwich. After all, that's the only kind of egg McDonald's(R) is willing to crack.


Out of context, this could have been from a war story or a sci fi novel set in the future where real eggs are scarce. A nice image is painted, but then we are supposed to believe that this happens at McDonald's. And we're supposed to be excited that they use "real" eggs.

Spanish translation, as re-translated by a clunky student of Spanish (me):
Not all eggs pass the quality test. Imagine an egg from a local farm that truly is Grade A. Imagine that it is morning and that the shell of this tasty egg is broken to pour its contents over a hot plate, just for you. Then you will have imagined ordering an Egg McMuffin(R) sandwich. After all, that is the way McDonald's(R) prepares the eggs.


Out of context, this is merely insipid prose (partly due to my terrible translation skills, no doubt). But it has complete sentences with proper capitalization and punctuation (though it does look like the farm is Grade A, rather than the eggs). There is no disturbing hint that such things as faux eggs even exist. And non-Spanish speakers can't tell that it doesn't go on about the fake eggs either.
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Today in the mail I got one of those envelopes that is very plain and says, across the bottom, "ANNUAL PRIVACY NOTICE AND IMPORTANT AMENDMENTS ENCLOSED." My experience has been that although so-called "important information" may be important to the sender it is of no use to me.

Many normal people would shred this sort of thing without even looking at it, or perhaps file it without looking at it. But it turns out it has a few very interesting sentences in it.

"Your account will now have a minimum finance charge." Eventually it is explained that if one has a finance charge and normally it would be less than $1.50, it will now be $1.50. It will still be zero for me, because I always pay my balance in full. But it's nice to have the option of not paying in full if something comes up. $1.50 is not a very big deal, but it comes out to a very high annual percentage rate on any kind of credit card bill I would have. So, that sentence is moderately interesting.

"You may reject this change by following the rejection instructions below." This by itself is not a very interesting sentence because you can only ever reject new terms by canceling your credit card. Right?

Wrong! Not this time; not for this change. All you have to do is tell them in writing that you reject that change. You have to include your name and account number so that they can actually be read. And it has to be postmarked by May 7.

Well, just out of general principal I am going to have to write that letter. Actually, I think I'll write a postcard. Cheaper. You do have to use snail mail, though.

"We added a Minimum Finance Charge to your account primarily due to a change in our business practices." Buffoons.

Beware: You could have this experience, too, especially if you have any cards from Bank of America such as an L.L. Bean card.
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Stop Buying Crap. That's a good name for a personal finance blog, isn't it? It's not my name, though. Stop Buying Crap's tagline is "Personal Finance, Consumer Spending, Crazy Products, Boring Blog Posts, and Free Burgers."

It's not just a good name, it's a good blog. Deb-Bob says check it out. I'm going to be stealing from it, at least for today, though, so maybe you don't need to check it out yourself.

Today's spotlight is on the entry If Your Employees Aren't Your Customers, You Suck. "Here's an often heard story: Your friend gets a job flipping burgers at a nation-wide fast food chain. Upon actually working behind the scene at [said] establishment, your friend proclaims that he'll never, ever, eat at [said] fast food chain again."

Have you ever changed your opinion about a place after working there? And have you ever changed your behavior as a customer?

Before I worked at Kmart, I thought of it as that place with spilled slushies on the floor and where no matter what you buy, they pack it into a giant bag. While working there, I did find things to buy, though. Also, they did have a wide range of bag sizes. We did have to ask for a lot of information to write on the backs of checks, though. People would ask me, "Don't you want to know my grandmother's shoe size?" Yes, please, if you don't mind.

I worked at a Girl Scout summer camp, and there was so much emphasis on safety and fun that I definitely would have sent my kids there, if I had any.

I worked at one of my college's cafeterias, a Mr. Gatti's, and a pizza place at my student union and was not turned off by what I saw.

Sylvan Learning Centers seem to actually work, especially if you get the kind that tries to make money by getting as many students as they can and pushing them through the system as quickly as they can rather than the kind that tries to hang on to the same customers and drag them through the same program as long as possible and then try to drag them through the another program and another.

In my current job I've gained a lot more respect for bureaucrats and academic advisors than I ever had before. It's really quite shocking how much out of their way some of them will go to help someone when their workload isn't totally over the top, and even sometimes when it is.

I did work as a cashier at a grocery store once where I just couldn't get the customers through the line as fast as I wanted. I once timed how long a customer was in my line from the time that person stepped into the line until the time the customer left and it was thirty minutes. It was a combination of people having very full carts, not enough cashiers, and no sackers. I decided that even if I did become as fast as I could imagine, it still wouldn't be fast enough (twenty minutes?) for these people to get through in a reasonable amount of time. So I quit.
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It was supposed to rain, so I decided to hit some factory tours.

Lake Champlain Chocolates

(Scroll down for hot chocolate recipe.)

The Story

Once upon a time, a restaurant owner used to give his employees boxes of chocolates for special occasions. After a while, one of his chefs explained to him that although he really appreciated the gesture, the chocolate was kind of terrible. A challenge was issued, and the chef could, indeed, make tastier chocolates.

They started selling these chocolates at the restaurant, and eventually it grew to become half the business. Finally, the restaurant was sold and the chocolate company was spun off into its own business.

The Process

This factory is all tier three. Tier one chocolate making is located in tropical areas. This is where the cocoa beans are grown. Cocoa beans grow on trees. The pods grow directly from the trunk and large branches and are about the size and shape of a football. They are removed with machetes.

Inside the pods are lots of white, wet, and gooey beans the size of olives. They start to turn purple when they hit the air.

So to make chocolate, the first thing you do is pile up the cocoa beans on some banana leaves and cover them with more banana leaves and let them ferment for several days to develop their color and flavor.

Then set them on wood racks and turn them continuously to let them dry (which may take up to two weeks). By this time they are smaller, the size of almonds, and dark brown and hard.

Tier two is where the cocoa beans are processed to turn them into chocolate. First the beans are roasted. Then the shell, which is a little thicker than a peanut skin, is removed, leaving the nib. The nibs are then pressurized to form cocoa liquor, which consists of cocoa butter and cocoa mass. The cocoa mass is then processed to turn it into cocoa powder. At the very least it is ground more finely. It may also be processed with alkali (Dutch process) or other things.

To cocoa powder and cocoa butter, add sugar to get dark chocolate. To get milk chocolate, also add milk powder. White chocolate includes cocoa butter, sugar, and milk solids. Because white chocolate has no cocoa powder, some people (and laws) say it’s not really chocolate, even though cocoa butter comes from cocoa beans. Additional ingredients such as vanilla, may also be added, but only natural ingredients are used by Lake Champlain Chocolates.

Milk chocolate tastes sweeter than dark chocolate not because it has more sugar but because it has proportionately less cocoa powder, which is bitter.

The tour guide explained that the cocoa powder is the part of chocolate that has been found to have antioxidants, and so that is why it is sometimes recommended to have one ounce of dark chocolate per day. One ounce is about one-third of a candy bar. She did not explain that the calcium in milk interferes with the antioxidant properties of the cocoa.

So then once the chocolate is created, it is shipped to the Lake Champlain Chocolate Factory, in the form of what looks like flat chocolate chips, for the tier three processing, which is to mix it with other flavors and form it into shapes.

A lot of care is taken with temperature so that the finished chocolate is glossy and snaps when you break a piece off. If vegetable oil is used as an ingredient, the chocolate will bend instead of snap. If the chocolate’s temperature or humidity changes too abruptly at any point, a white film may form.

After melting, the chocolate gets piped to other areas.

For hollow chocolates, only one half of a mold is filled with chocolate, then the two halves are clamped together and the mold is clamped to a “magnetic tumbler.” This gives it the equivalent of a slow-motion amusement park ride. The mold is turned on a rod sticking out from a cylinder which is also revolving, all very slowly. (I had always thought of hollow chocolates as having less than half as much chocolate as solid would have had.)

One kind of chocolate may be hand painted onto part of the mold before the other chocolate is poured in to make a design.

Truffles have ganache centers. Ganache is made of cream, butter, and chocolate. Truffles are made with a pipe within a pipe. First chocolate is squirted through the exterior pipe. Then the ganache is squired through the interior pipe. Then more chocolate is squirted through the exterior pipe. This all happens very quickly.

Chocolate-covered solids with flat bottoms (such as turtles) first have the interiors created. Then these interiors are placed by hand on a conveyer belt. Part of the conveyer belt is dredged through chocolate at the bottom so that when it gets to the top, underneath the turtle, it coats the bottom of the turtle. At the other end of the conveyer belt is a short chocolate waterfall which covers the top of the turtles.

Chocolate-covered round things (such as nuts and malted balls) are put into a tumbler to get coated and to make the coating shiny.

My Experience

I arrived in time to take a tour with a busload of folks, but it was so crowded that I didn’t get to see some things as well as I wanted to. So I decided to go on another tour. It was free and I decided not to eat any samples the second time to be fair. I refrained from everything but the dark chocolate, fresh from the mold ten minutes previous to our getting it. I just wanted to see if I could taste the difference between fresh and regular chocolate (dark chocolate supposedly stays fresh the longest, at one year). No, I could not tell the difference.

Between tours I decided to buy something. I ended up choosing a hot chocolate, which was available at several levels of darkness. I chose the darkest one (75%), which turned out to be a little too dark for my tastes. I also paid attention to how it was made.

First the worker put in three tablespoons of the chocolate-chip things which were made of the 75% dark chocolate. Then she added one teaspoon of cocoa powder. Then 3/4 cup of milk. Then a candy thermometer. Then she heated the milk with a steaming wand, stopping to mix it occasionally, until the thermometer indicated the appropriate temperature (which I did not think to find out).

Between the tours I also got to see a film crew for a kids’ show interviewing some of the employees. If you’re watching a nonprofessional doing interviews, see if you can notice that one arm might be behind their back holding their list of questions.

Vermont Teddy Bear

I had a long wait for this tour. The best part of the wait was watching little kids get bears. There’s one kind of teddy bear you can get only at the factory.

While You Watch

First you choose the type of bear you want. There are also a couple of other options, like a dragon. You just pull an empty shell of an animal from a bin at the bottom of a long, wide pipe.

Then you stand in line to get your stuffing. The worker asks if you want your bear stuffed with happiness, friendship, giggles, or other choices. The youngest kids were most likely to choose giggles. Then the worker turned the dial to the appropriate section. Then you could step on a peddle to shoot out the stuffing while the worker held the bear over a pipe to fill the arms, legs, head, and then body.

The stuffing came out quite quickly, and the workers were amazing at dealing with the sudden stops and starts they got from the customers.

Then you get to hug your bear and decide if it is too firm, too floppy, or just right. Most people thought their bears were perfect right from the beginning, but one thought hers was too firm, so I got to see stuffing being pulled out and rearranged.

Then you get in another line where a worker sews up the back of your bear while you fill out its birth certificate. They used thick, white thread and the same stitch knitters use to connect pieces of garments, so just a little thread shows, and it’s buried in the thick fur.

I think I might have learned a new, quicker way to tie that first knot in thread. This new method involves wrapping the thread around the needle and pulling it through. I’ll have to try it out next time I replace button.

After the final knot is tied, the needle is pushed through the entire bear so it comes out the belly. Then you are directed to cut the umbilical cord. This leaves a long thread buried completely inside the bear. The time is declared, and you are directed to fill this time in on the birth certificate.

Then you are told to choose a bow tie (attached to a loop of elastic), which can be worn by the bear as a tie, a hair bow, or, by wrapping the elastic twice around an ear, like a barrette.

These jobs looked like pretty good factory jobs. All the kids were so cute and smily and just loved their bears the whole way through. They were so tickled with each part of the process, it was fun to watch. There was one eye-rolly grown-up just wanting to get through the process as quickly as possible; she didn’t even want a birth certificate. The employee operated the stuffing pedal for her.

The Tour

The tour started with a description of what makes Vermont Teddy Bears special.

For pictures and a different description, see the short online tour.

Several layers of fur fabric are cut at once. Then the pieces are sewn by hand. In films of sweatshop seamstresses, they always sewed things amazingly quickly. These guys were not doing that. They have to deal with tight curves and thick fabric. They carefully align things, then push a very short amount through the machine before aligning the next part.

The eyes are on rods pushed through the fabric and held on with plastic nuts screwed on and glued to the other side. The arms, legs, and head are similarly held on in a durable way. However, here the nut is not glued in place so that the limbs and head can turn all the way around.

The stuffing is polyester fiberfill because it fluffs back up after squishing and because it’s washable. The whole stuffing technology was originally developed to fill life jackets (aka personal flotation devices). The whole bear is washable, but you are not to put it through a dryer because the fur will matte up or, if it’s too hot, just melt away. This fire-resistant fur will melt before it flames.

Near the end of the tour we got to see the bear hospital where injured bears are nursed back to health. The tour guide emphasized that we should not try to fix a bear ourselves but send it back to trained professionals. She showed a head attached directly to an arm as an example of how things can go horribly wrong. And she talked about people who tried to sew their bears back together. Or glue them. Or her latest favorite--melt them. It’s easier to fix the bears without all the glue or the melting.
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Tuesday, May 23, 8:30 p.m.

This morning I remembered that I couldn’t just hang around doing whatever I wanted because the check-out time was 11:00. By then I had slept a lovely nine hours. No waking up at 5:00 today!

Then breakfast reminded me of La Quinta. By which I mean they had a waffle maker and waffle batter. I resisted, though. They also had English muffins, sausages, and scrambled egg patties (and a microwave). So I had raisin bran, a blob of egg, orange juice, and hot chocolate. Not too bad.

I uploaded things, packed, showered, and had to do my planning in the car after checkout.

I decided to check out some of the neighboring sites. I thought I’d go to the Enfield Shaker Museum, then maybe the Montshire Museum (a children’s science museum), and then maybe this shop of a company that makes flour. However, when I got to the Shaker Museum, I learned that it was open only on weekends until next weekend. Dang! I looked back in my guidebook and it even said that right in there! After it said, “at all other times [of the year]...,” I had looked only at the hours, to make sure they were open before noon, not the days. Idiot.

Then I did not have the energy to find any other places for which I had lower expectations, so it was all blow-this-popsicle-stand action again.

**

Don’t you love those road signs that imply you might need to take evasive action, but it’s unlikely that you actually have the required reflexes? There used to be one in Austin that said “Falling Rock.” I decided the sign was really only helpful between the time the rock hit the road and the time it was cleared from the road. While it was actually falling, could you get out of the way, if only you had been warned in time?

Here I’ve seen the ones for “Moose Crossing,” “Deer Crossing,” and “Bear Crossing.” But my favorite one was in Maine: “Low Flying Planes.”

Hey, I actually saw a moose yesterday! It was approaching the road, but I was headed for an exit and already properly slowed down. It walked toward the road, took a look, perhaps thought to itself, “Oh, brother, the cars are still here,” and turned around and walked away.

I could tell it was a moose because it wasn’t a deer. Or a bear. It had no antlers and looked kind of like a large, knobby, furry horse. (Just so you can really understand how cool it was to me that I saw a moose.)

Besides the animal crossing signs, we also get another science lesson: “Bridges freeze before roads.” Just a little piece of science you might find useful, because there is a bridge right in front of you. The government just assumes that its drivers can figure out what that means for them before they slide off the bridge. I love that.

In Texas, we assume people are idiots. We have a sign that folds in half. When it’s folded closed, it says “Drive Friendly,” a good idea if grammatically horrifying. Then when the weather gets freezing and rainy, the signs get flipped open. I forget exactly what they say now, but basically they say that the road is icy. Not that it might be icy. So our state has chosen to cry wolf rather than to attempt to educate us.

**

On the way to Burlington, I toured one of the Ben and Jerry’s ice cream factories, as had been recommended by virtually everyone. I was not overly impressed. It had a cute paint job on virtually every wall. It has two workers whose main duty is to unwrap packages of ice cream cups and stack them into the machine. But, like flight attendants, they are also trained to handle emergencies.

The machines have to be cleaned at least once every 72 hours, which takes a full eight-hour shift. Otherwise they are continuously making two flavors 24 hours a day. Their other factory is about twice as big.

It was interesting that before this business, Ben and Jerry were losers in some ways. They met because they were the fattest, slowest guys in their PE class. Then one of them kept switching colleges and never graduated. The other graduated but could never get into med school. They chose ice cream because an ice cream maker was cheaper than a bagel maker. I admire famous people who don’t feel that they have look perfect in every way. (If they were politicians, they would have made up better-sounding versions and then their opponents would have discovered some of these facts and tried to embarrass them with them. Bleh.)

My favorite part of the factory was a little display outside describing about how large dairies have to buy their feed from somewhere else, and then they have to pay to get rid of all the dung they are acquiring. Small dairies can use the dung to fertilize the land they’re using to grow the feed, which makes a lot more sense, so that’s the kind of dairies Ben and Jerry’s uses.

My second favorite part of the place was the flavor cemetery out back. There are brightly painted headstones for some of the discontinued flavors.

Also I got fed Banana on the Rum ice cream. It was yummy.

**

When I got to Burlington, I found a hotel. It’s the cheapest one so far, I believe, at a mere $49 plus tax, a Rodeway Inn. They also have a continental breakfast and an internet connection. I’m right next to a stairwell, so I periodically get to hear a clomp-clomp-clomping sound.

I tried the bakery next door, but I arrived at closing time. I tried exploring more on foot, which seemed like a good idea when I saw sidewalks on both sides of the street. And although there are some crosswalks, there are no pedestrian crossing signs, and the traffic lights are arranged so that pedestrians cannot see them from the end of the block. And there’s a lot of nothing nearby anyway.

So, I drove around some more trying to get the lay of the land. It didn’t really work other than that I learned that I find the layout basically confusing. I found, um, a mall. Where I am happy to say I found a Taco Bell. Which means that Tex Mex has reached New England both in chain sit-down restaurant form (which I’ve seen earlier) and in chain fast-food restaurant form. And which also meant I got a burrito for supper.

I also learned that Dunkin Donuts is more common here than at home. And, at least in the mall, they don’t have just donuts and coffee. They also have smoothies and breakfast sandwiches. Interesting.

Right near me is a Price Chopper, which turns out to be a grocery store. It’s definitely easier to find whole grains around here. And English muffins. They even have whole-grain English muffins. I also saw a section of kosher food, which I’ve never seen in Texas. And there was a little hippie section, too.

I got whole-grain bagels (with 8 g of fiber per bagel). And peanut butter. And cream cheese. And cheese. There’s no refrigerator here, so whatever I don’t finish in time will just get tossed, but I won’t be worried about food anytime soon.

Then I turned on PBS. They wanted to teach me about volcanoes , the sex slave trade, and child miners. These all show me how very lucky I am. I do not live in (nor am I visiting) any place where the land can suddenly spew fire at me or collect so much carbon dioxide that I could walk through it without noticing it and just die. And I am not so poor that I feel that I am going to fall for scams to induct me into the sex slave trade, nor do I think that the only way to save my family is to work in a mine that I know will cut my expected lifespan in half. So many of these people doing idiotic things are doing them for very good reasons.

One interesting question was how to stop the sex slave trade. Everyone agreed on two answers. First, address the poverty in the areas where the victims live. But also address the demand in the countries where they get sent (including the US, by the way). You could say the same about mining. With the volcanoes, you can't really address the demand for lava and gas to escape, but you can still look at finding options for people other than to re-build in known dangerous areas. And they're working on prediction.

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