Dear Diary...
Had breakfast this morning at the Waffle House; steak & eggs, medium rare and up, hash browns scattered, smothered, covered, peppered and cooked crispy. My cholesterol had dropped to dangerously healthy levels since moving to big, flat, square, cold Yankeeland, but it's all better now. (What is it with the shapes of states? It's like once they got west of Ohio they lost their protractors and all they had left to draw maps with were straightedges...)
Stopped in at the Armory and said hi to most of the rest of the crew I'd missed on Saturday. Still haven't seen Dr. Strangegun yet, but I've got a couple days yet down here in the land of wilting humidity to get that done. Got to drool on some of the CCA 1911s, which were eminently drool-worthy. Melonite does not rust when drooled on, either.
More later...
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Doc's zombie-ing out again, but my hours are the same :)
I think the shapes of the states on the map is a reflection of whether or not the pre-state territory had enough settlers to quibble about property lines and therefore borders.
Not sure how long you're in town. But look me up. Think you have my number. If not, get it from les jones.
-SayUncle
Had breakfast this morning at the Waffle House
I hate you. :-)
The shape of the new terratorial states does come eventually from the Gunter's chain: measuring out parcels in 40 acre squares, or 440 yards by 440 yards - 20 chains by 20 chains. The units used to suervey and measure-out land, turning Wilderness into Democratic State-shapes - Democratic-sorta, like the Democrat Party, somebody with an edge's always working an angle, a drunk surveyor and smudged records increasing one parcel over the other as they went West, Measuring America.
Square states may not be interesting, but it sure makes it easy to get from point A to point B without getting lost. Thank the Northwest Ordinance.
And your lowered cholesterol level is not our fault.
There's a "Waffle & Steak" off of Lynhurst by the Indy Airport. They're "Waffle & Steak" here because our Waffle House's were a different company. That's the rumor.
Mmmm Waffle House. I sure miss 'em up north. The All Star is THE breakfast.
Breakfast as in I've been driving 16 hours so far, damn the time on the clock on the wall, it's breakfast time for me, an energy jolt to keep me going for the last few hours that I need to drive. A mainline of carbs, with caffeine, and the indigestion from the sausage patties. Yup, can't fall asleep at the wheel with all that going on.
Waffle House, you were truly my oasis. You always saw me at my worst, and still gave me your best.
There was a whole "Waffle House/Waffle & Steak" discussion (argument) here at Roseholme, which resolved itself in a heartbeat when we realized that thanks to the name-change they got in Indiana, we were both arguing in favor of the same place..
Closest one is out by the airport, Tam; second closest is on the way to the indoor range. I'll buy if you drive!
Tam, if you think "Yankeeland" food is too healthy for you, I suggest you spend a few days on a Mid-Western farm--Mr. James?--and see what your cholesterol count is after a couple of those meals!
This is what we call "poetic license". ;)
Crooked boundaries generally follow natural barriers such as rivers and ridgelines. Straightedge boundaries come about when politicians far away arbitrarily lay out boundaries for land they know little about, never mind that this means that for many people near those boundaries, it will be easier to get to some other state's capital than their own.
And if you like those arbitrary boundary lines, just wait until Congress thinks it can micromanage everything...
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