21 August 2005

When good fellas make bad choices.

Anything that starts out with the words, "Former mobster-turned-chef" has got to be good. However, chef might be assuming far too much, in this regard; then again, I've never actually eaten there. God willing, I won't ever have to, either.

For reference, note the proximity to Brown Sheep Wool of Mitchell:

= Brown Sheep Wool (and white supremacists)

= Home of Henry's Ice & More

Yet another reason for me to steer absolutely clear of western Nebraska. (As if I needed any others...)

"Nebraska must be the most unexciting of all the states. Compared with it, Iowa is paradise."
Bill Bryson "The Lost Continent"

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