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We are beginning to get settled in here and to take in some of the local activities and culture.

 

This weekend is the annual Tualatin Crawfish Festival.  These people take their crawfish seriously; besides the things you might expect at a crawfish festival (you DO have crawfish festival expectations, don't you?), Tualatin has the little crustaceans as a part of their Chamber of Commerce logo, and their image stamped into their sidewalks and delineated in ceramic tile.

 

The festival started off with a street breakfast, and to our relief, they didn't serve crawfish then.  Later, yes, but not at breakfast.  Later, there were (and are today, too) crawfish booths and a crawfish eating contest.  Personally, I prefer my lobster a bit larger, but everyone to his own taste, I guess.

 

There was a crawfish parade around the Tualatin Commons.  The parade consisted mainly of little kids and folks driving old cars, but there were a couple of horses, some emergency equipment, and many, many paintings, drawings, sculptures and so-on depicting crawfish.  (By the way, what exactly is the difference between crawfish, crayfish, crawdads, doodads, and dewrags?)

 

There is a crafts fair, and the local model boat club put on a flotilla in the pond in the Town Common.

 

After all that fun and frolic, we went up to Morgan's house, and went out to dinner with the Kunzes.  Cool ... that's why we're here!  They're doing great ... if anything, Morgan looks bigger, readier than last week.

 

In the meantime:

 

 

 

1)  ... but they miss, and the meat is still on the loose.

2)  Mmm, mmm, mmm, that sounds really yummy.

3)  Tatses like chicken ... a fifty-foot tall purple chicken.

 

Leave peaceably and be compensated for the loss, be evicted by the army, or be killed by furious Palestinians?  Tough one.

 

... with a cake with 79 burning cigars on it.

 

New search engines do full-body pat-down, draw the line at cavity searches.

 

 

Will put under-employed repairmen to work selling competitor's products.

 

Dance routine, together with soft-shoe, convinced Academy officials.

 

Drug shows!  The next network reality programs!

 

Nearly twenty years after his death, Ole' Harlan agrees to stop smoking.

 

Why not ... he has demonstrated an interest in McNabb's good fortune before!

 

 

Little-known sub-sect of the Shiia, Firebrands often most hostile to the west.

 

Having hung around for over forty years since the crime, he doesn't seem to be a flight risk.

 

They will continue as before: morose.

 

Now, there's a great investment opportunity!