Just pisses me off!

WASHINGTON — U.S. military commands responsible for North America spent millions of dollars meant for COVID-19 relief on space-related data analytics connected to the Pentagon’s Joint All-Domain Command and Control endeavor as well as on office information technology upgrades, a Pentagon watchdog said.

Full article, HERE from Defense News.

The Air Farce once again is doing the loose cannon thing… To hell with the people that work for them, let’s use that money to make ourselves look better!

And once again there is this great ‘software’ system that is going to magically make everything better and allow everybody to talk to everybody. Link HERE. This was tried ten or fifteen years ago and melted down because the Air Force didn’t want to see Army ‘stuff’ on their screens, while the Army didn’t need to see ‘stuff’ that was 250 miles away. And the Navy needed to be able to ‘silo’ battle groups based on locations around the world rather than sending ‘everything’ to every ship… Untold millions were spent on this program and all for nothing…

And please say a prayer for the 19 children and 2 adults killed by that scumbag down in Uvalde, TX yesterday. Little is known right now about the shooter or anything else, but the left is already dancing in the blood of these dead children and calling for MORE GUN CONTROL!

Biden said,

“As a nation, we have to ask, when in God’s name are we going to stand up to the gun lobby? When in God’s name, will we do what we know in our gut what needs to be done?”

“We have to act. Don’t tell me we can’t have an impact on this carnage,” Biden added.

Harris said,

“Every time a tragedy like this happens, our hearts break and our broken hearts are nothing compared to the broken hearts of those families,” Harris said.

“Enough is enough. As a nation, we have to have the courage to take action and understand the nexus between what makes for reasonable and sensible public policy to ensure something like this never happens again,” Harris said.

How about actually enforcing the laws already on the books??? The Buffalo shooter should never have been allowed to buy a gun IF the rules had been followed and his mental issues identified and put in the system… With Texas, we don’t know what is the truth yet.

Western snippett…

Stream of consciousness again… sigh

Comments and recommendations appreciated!

Chapter 6

Two weeks passed, and everyone finally agreed that spring had finally come. The hands did a tally of the cattle on the ranch over the next few days and reported their counts to Billy. Once he’d collected all the numbers, he asked for a meeting with Rio and Anna. As he sat at the dining room table with Rio, Pronto, Anna, and Emily. Pulling out his tally book, he flipped to the page he wanted, cleared his throat, and said, “Boss, according to the tally, we got five hunnert twenty-two cows and seventeen calves on the ranch.” Wetting his thumb, he flipped back a few pages and continued, “This means we lost twenty-five cows between last fall and this spring. I know we had to put down nine that broke legs on the ice, so them other sixteen just…they gone.”

Rio glanced at Pronto. “You’ve still got what, three and a half still hanging?”

Pronto nodded. “Yep. Figger that’ll feed us another coupla weeks, mebbe a month.”

“So we lost about five percent. I guess that’s not real bad considering the weather. Main thing is we didn’t lose any cowboys.”

Anna made a face. “True, but twenty-five cows is seven hundred fifty dollars we won’t see. And we need supplies, right, Emily?”

Emily bit her lip. “I would like to have more, especially flour, sugar, and salt. We’ve used most of what was left in the root cellar, and we’re going to be down to beef and beans pretty quick. I think we’ve got ten pounds of Arbuckle’s left. I think.”

Pronto grumbled, “That ain’t enough. Me and Bear’ll head to town tomorrow. We’ll compare lists after supper tonight.”

Anna cocked her head. “And see if you can get a couple of pigs and another milk cow.” She patted her enlarged belly. “Between Alice and I, I believe we are going to need one.”

Rio glanced at Billy. “Maybe send Jeb up to the Nevell spread and get their numbers?” Billy nodded, and he continued, “I’m going to go register the new brand tomorrow. We need to get that done and start branding the cattle while we can and before the calves start disappearing.”

Billy replied, “Denver? I think that’s where you’ll have to go. I ‘member Pete did that to register the Kidds’ brand.”

“Denver it is. Anything else?”

Pronto got up. “Naw, other than you want beef and beans or beans and beef for supper?”

Anna laughed, and Emily smiled as they got up. Emily said, “Well, there is enough flour for biscuits if you’re careful. And we’ve got milk, at least for now.”


Early the next morning, Rio bent and kissed Anna as he picked up the blanket roll and coat from the bed. “I’m going to ride over to Evans and take the train down to Denver. I should be back in three or four days, depending on how long it takes to get the brand registered.”

Anna smiled up at him from her comfortable place in bed. “I’ll be fine. Between Emily and Pronto, maybe I should be going with you,” she said with a laugh.

He snorted. “Oh no. You get to stay here and run the ranch.” He patted the saddlebags by the door and added, “I’m also going to take this damn broke pistol and see if I can find somebody to fix it.” Picking them up, he slung them over his other shoulder, winked at her, and walked quietly down the stairs.

Anna got up and went to the window, pulled the shade back, and watched him tie the saddlebags and blanket roll on the back of Red’s saddle as he talked to Jeb. Moments later, he swung up in Red’s saddle, glanced up at the window, and gave her a little wave as he and Jeb trotted out of the ranch yard in opposite directions.

He rode cross country, roughly paralleling the Cache la Poudre River. Red was feeling frisky, so Rio alternated him between walking and trotting, knowing he had roughly twenty-five miles to get to the railroad at Evans. He rode up to the train depot a little after three in the afternoon. Dismounting, he groaned and stretched his back as well as he could while he shook each leg out. I ain’t been riding enough. I’m gonna hurt tomorrow. He looked Red over, running his hands down each leg and picking up his hooves. At least you’re not stove up, Red. Maybe a little tired, because you haven’t been getting any exercise either.

Red jerked at the reins and Rio said, “Fine, you want water. Let’s go find some water.” He led Red over the railroad tracks and around to the front side of the station. Across from it was a bar and café, with a water trough at the end of the building. Leading Red over, he grumped, “Ain’t like you didn’t get water when we crossed the river twice, Red.” Red’s answer was to drop some ‘road apples’ as he buried his nose in the water trough.

Rio led him back across the dusty street and tied him to the hitching rail. Stepping up onto the platform, he walked down to the office and saw an older man sitting there, a green eyeshade on his bald head and sleeve garters holding his shirt sleeves up. Opening the door, he heard the clatter of a telegraph key and smelled pipe smoke. The man looked up. “Be right with ya,” and went back to copying the traffic. The clatter stopped and the man rapidly answered whatever the message was, and got up slowly. Tapping his pipe out in the ashtray, he walked to the window. “What can I do for ya, young feller?”

“I need a ticket to Denver for me and my horse.”

“Ain’t no more trains today. Be a train through here ‘bout eight in the mornin’. Ticket’s a dollar fifty for the two of you.”

Rio fished out two silver dollars and dropped them on the counter. “What time to trains run from Denver this way?”

The old man stamped a ticket with a couple of stamps, shoved it and a fifty-cent piece across the counter. “Should be three, ‘round nine, one, and four o’clock. You want a ticket back, too?”

Rio slipped the ticket in his vest and shook his head. “Not sure when I will be coming back.”

“Best you get your ticket down in Denver, then.”

Rio started to turn away, stopped, and turned back. “Any recommendations on a place to sleep?”

The old man shrugged. “You can camp or sleep on the bench out there. Ain’t no hotels over here, less’n you want to ride up to Greeley? Café cross the street ain’t bad.”

“Thanks. Guess I’ll move off a bit and camp down by the river after I get something to eat.”


Late the next morning, Rio smiled as he led Red out of the boxcar. “Sure beats the hell out of two days of riding.”

The conductor laughed. “I’m hearing that a lot. Seems like a bunch of cowboys did that last fall from Cheyenne and passed the word. Personally, I think we need to charge more, but I ain’t in charge of the railroad.”

Rio smiled at him. “Well, I’m not going to complain. And I’m sure Red wouldn’t complain either if he could talk.” The conductor laughed and headed for the caboose as Rio tightened the cinch strap. He looked up and saw a burly man with graying beard walking toward him. It took him a few seconds and when the sun glanced off the star on his vest, Rio said, “Sheriff Walters, I didn’t realize you met trains.”

Walters cocked his head, then smiled. “Bell. Rio Bell. Y’all had that set to with Smith and his cronies last year out on the flats.” He stuck out a hand. “What brings you back to Denver this time of year?”

“I need to find out where to register a brand.”

Walters smoothed his moustache. “New brand? That would go in the Brand Book. That’s maintained up in the Territorial Offices up on Larimer Street.”

Rio shook the saddle and asked, “Where’s that? I…don’t remember seeing a street by that name.”

“I got my horse tied out front. Meet me out there, and I’ll take you up there. You got any paperwork on the ranch that’s registering the brand?”

Rio patted his vest. “Got it all right here, Sheriff.”

Walters snorted. “You know damn well they’ll want somethin’ you don’t have. Mebbe I better go with you and vouch for you.”

Rio smiled as they came around the end of the station. “That would be greatly appreciated, Sheriff.”

Minutes later, as they rode up the street from the station, Walters asked casually, “Where are you ranching?”

“We bought out the Kidds, up on the Cache la Poudre southwest of Fort Collins.”

Walters spat off to the side. “Larimer County then. Good riddance to that bunch, their damned gunnies, and the hangars on. Talbot, the deputy up there, left back in December and tried to get a job with me. I sent his ass on down the trail.” He spat off to the side again.

Rio nodded. “Yeah, Parks is still the sheriff up there, but he doesn’t seem to ever leave town unless it’s coming down here or go to Cheyenne, according to the townspeople. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen him.”

“All that sumbitch ever does is come down here and badger the territorial governor for money, sayin’ he can’t do nothin’ up there without more money to pay deputies…if he even has any now. I know he’s a cheapskate. Always comes into my office around lunch and wants me to buy.” Walters spat again. “I did that once, never again.” He turned his horse to the hitching rail. “Here we are. Territorial Offices. Brand office is up on the second floor.” He dismounted, and Rio did the same. They tied their horses to the rail, and Rio followed him up the stairs to an office midway down the hall.

Walters opened the door and motioned Rio in. There were three desks and a bookcase full of books off to one side. A small blonde middle-aged lady sat at one of the desks and she glanced up. “What do you want Len?”

Walters grinned. “Just bringin’ you some bidness, Dusty.”

“You just like making me work, don’t you?” She asked with a smile.

“Well, it does give me an excuse to come by and see you.”

She laughed at Rio’s puzzled expression. “That big lug is my husband. What can I do for you, young man?”

Rio took his hat off. “Rio Bell, ma’am. I need to register a brand for our new ranch.”

Dusty smiled. “I can help you do that. First, where is the ranch located?”

A half hour later, she took the five silver dollars and handed Rio a stamped, countersigned, and registered paper granting the Nevell Bell ranch the use of the NB connected as the ranch brand. Rio folded it in with the ranch paperwork and shoved it back in his vest. “Thank you very much, ma’am. I really appreciate your help.” He glanced over at the sheriff. “And yours too, Sheriff Walters. Now I have one more question.”

Walters glanced up. “Yes?”

“Do you know of a good gunsmith? I’ve got a Remington that needs repairing.”

Grunting as he heaved himself up out of a chair, Walters nodded. “Couple of doors down from my office.” He walked over to his wife’s desk, said something in her ear, and got playfully slapped for it. Smiling, he said, “I’ll take you down there and introduce you to them. Then I’ll let you buy me lunch.”

Rio laughed. “Guess that’s the least I can do, Sheriff.”

Fifteen minutes later, Rio opened the door of a small shop on Lattimer Street and a bell over the door tinkled. A small middle-aged lady with a smile and curly black hair came through the curtain separating the showroom from the back. “Can I help you, young man?” The sheriff stepped in behind him and she added, “Hello, Len.”

“Morning, Mizz Ritchie, I figured I better come with him, since he didn’t know where y’all were,” Walters said.

Rio reached in his saddle bag, pulled out the broken pistol, and set it on the counter. “I need somebody to look at this pistol and see if it can be fixed, ma’am.”

Kristi turned and said loudly, “Danny, you have a customer.” She reached under the counter and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil. “Can I get your name, young man?”

“Rio Bell, ma’am. I’m a cowboy up on the NB connected in Larimer County, just south of Fort Collins.”

A tall, thin man with a shock of gray hair came through the curtain, and a funny-looking pair of glasses shoved up on top of his head. He nodded to the sheriff, “Morning, Sheriff.” He walked over to his wife. “What do we have, Kristi?”

She pointed to the pistol on the counter as she read off, “Mr. Bell has a broken Remington. And Len brought him here to get it looked at.”

Danny nodded at Rio as he picked up the Remington. He pulled the funny-looking glasses down and Rio realized here were two sets of lenses on them. Danny pointed the pistol away from everybody and said, “Kristi, note this. Remington New Model. Forty-Six rimfire, looks like a factory job, and shortened barrel to…” He laid the heel of his hand on the back of the barrel, “Six and something, probably six and a half inches.” Flipping the pistol over, he started to ease the hammer back, only to have it flop loosely. “And it has at least a broken mainspring.”

Rio sighed. “Can you fix it?”

“If nothing else is broken, I can, Mr. Bell.” Danny quickly tapped the wedge out and removed the loaded cylinder. “Let me take this in the back and see what I can do. I do have some parts here.”

Not impressed…

The first international shipment of specialty baby formula has arrived in the United States by a military plane, enough for more than a million and a half bottles. 

The first flight of “Operation Fly Formula” landed in Indianapolis weighing more than 78, 000 pounds, as part of the Biden administration’s ongoing efforts to address the baby formula shortage. 

Full article, HERE from PJ Media.

Interestingly, the product will be distributed to medical offices and pharmacies, but not store shelves. And will support 9000 babies.

9000 out of an estimated 3.2 MILLION babies under one year old… Link HERE to the birth rates from the CDC.

I have a few other questions…

Who is paying for the C-17 flight time? Or is the USAF just having to ‘suck it up’?

What mission(s) are they not flying to do these (like the who got tagged to fly the Afghanistan evac)? And how much flight time is this taking off the airframes? Especially since they started ‘retiring’ C-17s in 2012…

One other question, how did they do the math to come up with 9000 babies? 78,000/9000= 8.67 ish lbs for each baby. Granted it’s been a LONG time since I’ve had to worry about feeding a baby a bottle, but ‘something’ there just doesn’t make sense.

I would really like to hear from somebody that can tell me how that works out.

Sticking this here…

For future reference purposes…

Not that I’m seeing more and more of this every day… Nope…

What if???

We do away with all the nasty petroleum?

There is just a ‘little’ issue with doing this…

If there is no petroleum, there will be an estimated 6000 products that will no longer be available!

Partial list, HERE from Ranken Energy. And more from Canada, HERE.

And a partial list from US DOE-

 Adhesive Air mattresses Ammonia Antifreeze Antihistamines Antiseptics Artificial limbs Artificial turf Asphalt Aspirin Awnings Backpacks Balloons Ballpoint pens Bandages Beach umbrellas Boats Cameras Candies and gum Candles Car battery cases Car enamel Cassettes Caulking CDs/computer disks Cell phones Clothes Clothesline Clothing Coffee makers Cold cream Combs Computer keyboards Computer monitors Cortisone Crayons Credit cards Curtains Dashboards Denture adhesives Dentures Deodorant Detergent Dice Dishwashing liquid Dog collars Drinking cups Dyes Electric blankets Electrical tape Enamel Epoxy paint Eyeglasses Fan belts Faucet washers Fertilizers Fishing boots Fishing lures Floor wax Food preservatives Footballs Fuel tanks Glue Glycerin Golf bags Golf balls Guitar strings Hair coloring Hair curlers Hand lotion Hearing aids Heart valves House paint Hula hoops Ice buckets Ice chests Ice cube trays Ink Insect repellent Insecticides Insulation iPad/iPhone Kayaks Laptops Life jackets Light-weight aircraft Lipstick Loudspeakers Lubricants Luggage Model cars Mops Motorcycle helmets Movie film Nail polish Noise insulation Nylon rope Oil filters Packaging Paint brushes Paint roller Pajamas Panty hose Parachutes Perfumes Permanent press Petroleum jelly Pharmaceuticals Pillow filling Plastic toys Plastics Plywood adhesive Propane Purses Putty Refrigerants Refrigerator linings Roller skate wheels Roofing Rubber cement Rubbing alcohol Safety glasses Shampoo Shaving cream Shoe polish Shoes/sandals Shower curtains Skateboards Skis Soap dishes Soft contact lenses Solar panels Solvents Spacesuits Sports car bodies Sunglasses Surf boards Swimming pools Synthetic rubber Telephones Tennis rackets Tents Tires Tool boxes Tool racks Toothbrushes Toothpaste Transparent tape Trash bags Truck and automobile parts Tubing TV cabinets Umbrellas Unbreakable dishes Upholstery Vaporizers Vinyl flooring Vitamin capsules Water pipes Wind turbine blades Yarn 

And a comment from a friend who had to take a child to the ER- “ER visit with a child last week. I just looked at all the tubing, barf bags, oxygen regulators, gloves, bandages, furniture and fixtures in the room and tried to imagine the hospital going back to glass, leather, metal and wood for everything. Not to mention the computers and sensors. Casts would go back to plaster-only.” And this was JUST in the ER. Add in syringes, IV bags, medication, etc…

Hopefully, the idjits in charge actually do a ‘bit’ of research before they continue down this particular path!

Readin’, writtin’, and ‘rithmatic…

How much time do you, as a writer put in on the various ‘skills’ necessary to get your book/story written? How much is your time worth? $10/hr, $50/hr, or???

How many books on ‘how to write’ (insert genre here) have you purchased and do you follow them?

How many hours do you spend in research? Do you go down ratholes? Do you use research to ‘verify’ something you put in the story, or do you do the research first, THEN write the story? Internet, actual books, or for research, or some combination of all three? Do you take road trips to visit locations (if you’re writing based on actual places)?

Do you have a schedule and stick to it? Write daily? Have more than one project going at a time? How do you handle writer’s block?

Outliner or pantser (you write the story as it develops in your head/characters)? Do you ‘argue’ with your characters?

Do you write the entire story first then edit, or do you edit the previous day’s output before writing the next day’s word count? Or some other variation (edit by chapters)? Do you self edit or pay an editor?

Who roofpreads your work? Spouse/SO/family? Asshole alpha and beta readers? Nobody except yourself? Are you a member of a writers or critique group?

Do you do your own covers/blurbs/keywords? How long does that take you? Or do you pay someone to do that?

Do you attend conferences? What tracks do you attend/follow at conferences? How do you ‘justify’ those costs?

How much marketing do you do? FB, blogs, newsletters, Twit, Instagram, other? Do you have business cards, bookmarks, or other swag to give away?

If you’ve made it this far, make a list of how you write, do all those other things, and track the hours you spend on each for something like a week. Now multiply that by how much each hour of your time is worth.

That will give you options if you’re spending too much time on specific tasks (specifically covers and editing). Remember, any hours not writing/researching may not be the ‘best’ use of your time.

Are there a set of answers? NO,THERE ARE NOT!  Now that I’ve confused the hell out of you, the real answer is we are all different. Each of us has different ways of doing all those things (or not as the case may be). As a writer, you have to do what works best for YOU! Advice, self help books, etc. are all well and good, but YOU have to develop your own ‘style’ if you will.

This one IS one that has an answer- Can you/do you write to deadlines and word counts if you’re involved in an anthology?

If the answer is yes, then you will probably be invited back to other anthologies. If you can’t, or have to keep asking for extensions, you may not want to try for anthologies.

Failure to meet deadlines and word counts will give you a negative reputation among other authors/publishers/etc.

I seldom recommend stuff, but I WILL recommend the Writer Dojo, HERE.  Larry and Steve cut through the BS, offer sound advice (you can take or leave it), and don’t pull any punches. I’ve followed them since they started it, and I have learned a number of very good things from these two guys!






Oh damn…

This truly sucks…

The Boeing 737 was on a flight from Kunming to Guangzhou when it suddenly went into a steep dive and crashed into a mountainous area in Guangxi, China. All 123 passengers and nine crew members were killed.

The Chinese counterpart to the National Transportation Safety Board, the Civil Aviation Administration of China, did not see any mechanical problems causing the crash, and neither did the NTSB. There were other indications that led American investigators to the conclusion that the plane was deliberately crashed.

Full article, HERE.

Sadly, this isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last time this happens. Prayers for those families dealing with their losses.

I just don’t have the words to express my hatred for people that willingly kill others this way…


How many times must we ‘reinvent’ the wheel???

A couple of different threads in different groups have once again resurrected the proverbial dead horses…

And the ‘new kids’ are determined to show they know better than any old farts/fogies/dinosaurs.  Even if said old farts, etc. were there… Sigh…

Of note, all of these ‘wheels’ were dissected, flayed, and buried ten or more years ago (at least once if not more).

One is a discussion about a particular rifle based on an old ad by a well known company (dated to the late 70s) alluding to a military rifle designation. Said rifle was prototyped by a particular company, but never entered service. The company did advertise it with the ‘designation’ it would have had, had it entered service.

Remember how Ruger ‘sold’ the 5.56 range rifle? Said it was a ‘mini-14’ which looked strangely like an M-1 carbine…

Image 1 - 1976 Ruger Mini-14 Semi-Auto Rifle Gun Ad - Rugged

This particular kerfuffle around the ad and whether it was real or not, and was put to bed back around 2010, if I remember correctly, But the new kids ‘know better’, hence it reared up again. After probably 25-30 comments, including folks that actually built the prototypes, the new kids finally disappeared… Sigh. But never admitted they were wrong.

Another surrounds a pistol holster that a kid ‘invented’ and crows about how neat his holster is. But it’s a copy of a thirty year old holster, just in a different material. Same same… ‘They’ are honest and upright, and us old farts are just trying to ‘tear them down’…

And a military thread about how us old farts couldn’t find our asses with both hands, a flashlight, and a map, but the new kids can because… superior equipment, better training, more ‘knowledge’, and, and, and…

Of course they skip over the whole knowledge thing, never admitting that what is in the database is stuff ‘we’ collected back in the day, and the TTP they are using today are what we developed over 30 years ago based on thousands of hours of actual interactions with the bad guys.

Nor will they admit the new equipment they are using was, by and large, developed by us old farts after we retired and went to work for various companies. Unpossible! Y’all are out of touch with reality, ‘we’ are the Subject Matter Experts (SME’s) because we say so (even though the entire community has less interactions that probably six or eight of us old farts)!

I’m sure there are plenty more of these ‘reinventions’ going on every day out there, but damn, it gets old… Why do these people not do the research, and when information is provided they refuse to accept it?

Are they that insecure? Or is it because they’ve been coddled to the point that they’ve never failed? Or expect a ‘participation trophy’ for showing up? Or were they never told they were wrong?

I really don’t understand this mentality…

What say y’all? Am I that far off base?

That’s gonna leave a mark…

New York lost in court over the latest gerrymandering attempt back in March…

And a special master was appointed to step in and redo the map, since NY is losing a seat this year due to the latest census results.

New York’s court-appointed special master unveiled a congressional map proposal that would wipe out Democratic gains in the Empire State and make apportionment far more competitive than a prior enacted map.

If enacted, the map proposed Monday would likely result in a 15-5 Democrat-Republican split, with six seats being competitive — a significant dip from the likely 22-4 majority Democrats previously procured that had been struck down by a state court in late March.

Full article, HERE from the Washington Examiner.

Frankly, I’m surprised the Dems got shut down since they pretty much control New York, but maybe, just maybe this is a wake up call for John Q. Public to step up and take back control of the government.

I know there are people who say we’ll never see another honest election, but I hope/believe that what happened in 2020 has gotten the silent majority’s backs up and they are tired of being ramrodded by ‘professional politicians’ who only care about constituents at election time, then go back to doing what they want with no consideration of their constituent’s desires.

I’ll be the first to admit I could be wrong, but I hope to hell I’m not…


Another food ‘shortage’ on the horizon, as if we didn’t ‘see’ this one coming…

NEW DELHI (AP) – India has banned exports of wheat effective immediately, citing a risk to its food security, partly due to the war in Ukraine.

A notice in the government gazette by the Directorate of Foreign Trade, dated Friday, said a spike in global prices for wheat was threatening the food security of India and neighboring and vulnerable countries.

A key aim is to control rising domestic prices. Global wheat prices have risen by more than 40% since the beginning of the year.

Full article HERE, from the Daily Mail. Funny how the Brit media seems to do a better job of covering not only US stuff, but worldwide issues…

When you add in the ‘issues’ with Russia (sanctions) and Ukraine (war), there is a significant loss of production.

Ukraine and Russia produce a substantial amount of grain and other food for export. Ukraine alone produces a whopping 6% of all food calories traded in the international market. At least it used to, before it was invaded by the world’s largest nuclear power.

Full article HERE, from The Conversation.

Why, you may ask, am I pointing out the obvious?

That was brought home yesterday morning at our local Cracker Barrel. Peter, Dot, and I usually get a plate of biscuits at the start of our meal to tide us over until the food actually shows up. Cracker Barrel has done this for years at all meals, for any kind of bread (as long as it was biscuits or cornbread). Yesterday, the waitress apologized and said she had to charge us for the biscuits as a ‘side dish’…

So, what was once a give away, cheap product has now become a price point due to the rise in raw, processed, and delivered prices, with the expectation that scarcity and MORE price hikes are ahead.

And I went to the store after breakfast to pick up some distilled water. I checked the aisle and there was a definite lack of anything other than plain flour. There was also a surprising lack of product on a lot of aisles, mainly the breakfast cereals, juices, and soups (again)… sigh