February 18 '06 |
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Volume 507 |
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Champaign
Anyone Recent Business Trip
I go to Champaign, IL, whenever I have
to go there, and I only have to go there whenever my work requires it.
Fortunately, my treks to Champaign occur only once per year. Unfortunately,
its typically during the coldest part of the year, January or February.
Champaign is home to the tens of thousands of students attending the University
of Illinois, but its also home to one of the many Divisions of SUPERVALU.
The lay of the land in the Champaign area is quite similar to that surrounding
my Division of SUPERVALU in Indianola, MS, and that which is often said of
Kansas, "its flat as a pancake," certainly applies to Indianola and
Champaign.
Ill never forget my amazement with the Mississippi Delta the first
time I saw it rain in Drew, MS. I couldnt figure out how the water
drained off the sidewalks, streets, and fields. I remembered that a physical
property of water is that it seeks its own level, but since everything looked
level, I had no idea the water had a way to "run off."
My boss and I keep pointing out our twice-yearly meetings that rotate between
Champaign, IL, and Atlanta, GA, should logically fall in Champaign in the
summer and Atlanta in the winter, but our astuteness has thus far been ignored.
My first two or three trips to Champaign were by airplane, but the last couple
of trips have been by automobile. Either way it takes a full day of travel,
but its far less expensive by automobile.
Luckily, Wayne Hunter, one of my work associates in the Midwest Region lives
in Cape Girardeau, MO, and Ive been spared driving alone for the entirety
of the eight-hour trek to Champaign. Wayne is a native of Arkansas and is
extremely knowledgeable of both the wholesale and retail side of the food
industry and the application of technology for the retail customers we support.
That hes entertaining in a pleasant sort of way and possesses a great
sense of humor makes the trip from Cape Girardeau to Champaign a short one.
Waynes a good host and is willing to stop as often as needed for biological
breaks, rest stops, or simply to grab something to eat. Plus, by riding with
Wayne, I dont have to learn my way around in a strange city.
We didn't see many hawks on this particular trip, but as we neared Champaign,
old barns captured our interest. We saw several that were similar to the
one pictured above, except the "upper room" portion centered atop the roof
of many were much larger.
We were slated to stay at the Drury Inn, about two miles from the
Divisions offices where our business meetings would be held. It was
a pleasant upgrade from the Fairfield Inn down the street. Drury provided
an amplified continental breakfast that included scrambled eggs, sausage,
gravy, and biscuits. They even supplied pancake batter for those who wanted
to make their own Belgian waffle. Knowing SUPERVALU would have amply food
for between-meal-snacks, I found a cup of coffee and a glazed donut adequate
for my breakfast needs.
Apparently the motels up north are better insulated against the cold than
the ones down south. Each night, I set the thermostat on sixty-five degrees
and even with outside temperatures dropping to the lower twenties and upper
teens, the heating unit came on infrequently. I suppose the TV worked, but
I never turned it on. With little spare time on my hands at night (perhaps
an hour each of the three nights), I tried to put together my newsletter
and only finished it late Thursday night after I got back to Pontotoc.
There was one aspect of my room that intrigued
me, namely, the bathroom. One corner of the bathroom was walled diagonally
to create an unusual commode placement (see picture). My first thought upon
seeing the commode protruding from the corner was that my daughter had been
there and rearranged the room. Rayanne wont square a bed or a dresser
against a wall if theres a diagonal solution she can incorporate into
her decorating plans. And, I feel sure if she ever has a chance to remodel
a bathroom at her house or mine, the commode will go into the corner.
Whenever I dine with a group, I try not to complain about the choice of
restaurants. Given my druthers, Id never set foot inside a restaurant
whose principal offerings were the likes of Chinese, Italian, or Mexican.
I understand a lot of Americans enjoy such places, and while I can usually
find something to eat in one of them, I find most burger joints more to my
liking than these.
On Monday night our group ate at the Lone Star Steakhouse (American), then
on Tuesday at Olive Garden (Italian), and on Wednesday night we ate at
Chevys (Mexican). I suffered no ill effects from any of the eateries,
but my best meal was served at the Lone Star.
Dana Houston works out of the Quincy, FL, distribution center and is the
only woman among the ten field specialists in our group. There were other
staff members from our regional offices and one night we also hosted a couple
of folks from our Home Office in Minnesota, which brought our group total
to twenty persons. On our first night of dining, Dana became the designated
"birthday person." It really wasnt her birthday, but since she had
recently celebrated a birthday, we had a birthday celebration for her each
night.
Im sure most readers are familiar with birthday routines, where the
employees of a restaurant chain march out with a birthday treat and sing
happy birthday to the celebrant. Dana handled the attention well and shared
her treats with the rest of us.
After dinner on Tuesday night, John Scott (Champaign Division) took one carload
of us to tour the new produce distribution center. John left the Retail
Technology department to work in Information Technology early last year.
SUPERVALU has built similar distribution centers for general merchandise
and health and beauty products, but this is the first facility to house only
produce items for multiple divisions.
The most unique feature of the produce facility is a pair of fully automated,
computerized fork lifts that move palletized product onto warehouse racks
where human selectors pick the product for shipment. It was fascinating to
watch the fork lift move along a rail, then select a pallet of produce four
stories above and lower it to replenish a slot at floor level, and then wait
for further instructions from the main computer. By consolidating produce
purchases for several distribution centers, SUPERVALU hopes to supply independent
retailers with product at prices low enough for retailers to compete with
mass merchandisers like Wal Mart.
Driving back to Cape Girardeau with Wayne Hunter was every bit as much fun
as the trip up to Champaign. About a hundred miles north of Cape Girardeau,
we begin to see snow in wooded areas and soon we saw snow about three inches
deep, everywhere except on the highway. At a rest stop near Rend Lake, we
paused long enough to make a few pictures.
Back in Cape Girardeau, more than an inch and one-half of snow was still
on my car. Wayne tried his ice scraper, but snow had turned to ice on the
roof and windshield and didn't want to budge. After heating the car for several
minutes, most of the snow on the windshield melted away. Wayne and I said
goodbye and I drove to a nearby gas station, where I gassed up before getting
back on the Interstate. I drove several miles before the snow finally slid
off my roof.
Kismet
Incident Cross Words
There are times when I feel that the advantages of having an English major
in the family are outweighed by the disadvantages. Though now retired from
the teaching profession, Sarah, my sister, continues to ply her trade, especially
when visiting at my house. Shes seldom around to proof a draft copy
of this newsletter, but just let Barbara or me overlook a grammatical error
and Sarah will pick it up with more glee than should be allowed. The grammar
checker contained in Microsoft Word is okay, but its not perfect in
recognizing my mistakes.
The most recent grammatical chastisement emanating from Sarah resulted from
my misuse of the possessive case of a proper noun when possession did not
apply. Luckily for me, Sarahs not a queen, and we dont live in
a bygone era, else I fear my head might have rolled.
"Tsk, tsk," she clucked. "In the current issue [Volume 506], you put an
apostrophe "s" on American when only the plural was needed. Now you should
know better. You only use an apostrophe "s" when you need to show possession,
and in we Americans there is no possession."
"Yeah, Yeah," I knowingly admitted, thinking there actually might be something
worse for a writer than having a younger sister with a liberal arts degree
in English and at that time wishing I knew what it was.
"Well, its too late to correct the newsletters already in the mail,
but I can fix the mistake on the Internet version."
But, Im not the only one in my household to be belittled by intellect
of our local monarch, Sarah the Great. Ive seen Barbara reduced to
a quivering, gelatinous substance when she didnt know the answer to
a question that Sarah deemed, "common knowledge."
"You didnt know Heyerdahls first name is Thor?" is a typical
example and her indignation would in most cases be followed with, "Humph."
But, this time for the coup de grâce, Sarah added, "He sailed
the Kon-Tiki across the Pacific."
Note: In 1947, a crew of six manning the raft, Kon-Tiki, demonstrated it
was possible for natives of South America to have sailed to the islands of
Polynesia, 4,300 miles away.
I dont get off much lighter, either. When the subject of the lost "Ark
of the Covenant" came up recently, Sarah quickly informed me it was located
in Ethiopia.
"National Geographic had an article on that a year or so ago. Dont
you read your Geographics?"
"Probably not that one," I replied, then knowing how to irritate an avid
reader added, "I just look at the pictures."
Persons, unfamiliar with our family, might think we stay at each others
throats, when in actuality most of our barbs are flung good-naturedly.
Often, when Sarah is dining with us, she attempts to complete any unfinished
crossword puzzles lying about. These, too, provide her the opportunity to
showcase her formidable word power.
Recently, as Sarah was working a crossword puzzle while Barbara and I finished
eating our meal, Sarah asked for our help.
"What's a six-letter word for fate that starts with K."
Immediately, Barbara responded, "Kismet."
"What?"
"Kismet," Barbara repeated.
"Yeah Sarah," I chimed. "Kismet."
"Kismet," Sarah responded with a puzzled look. "Ive never heard that
word before. Are you sure?"
Id never heard the word, but I didnt let on at the moment. When
Barbara assured Sarah it was a word, Sarah insisted Barbara must have seen
it in a previous crossword. It wasnt until Barbara showed Sarah the
word in our homes dictionary that Sarah was convinced it was valid.
Folks around my house learn to fend for themselves, and there are times when
one is ganged up on by the others. Sarah is still licking her wounds from
what has become known as "The Kismet Incident," while Barbara and I savor
the memory of the night Sarah learned a new word at our house.
Backyard Party
RRN To Turn Ten
This year, Ridge Rider
News will turn ten on the first Saturday in June. By a remarkable
set of circumstances, it now appears the date of our annual backyard party
will coincide with the date of the anniversary of this newsletter.
For the past several years we've celebrated the anniversary in July. However,
chief chefs Lee Gordon and Jim Hess, at the time I checked with them this
week, each had an open date on their respective church calendars for Saturday,
June 3, 2006. Not only did they have no commitments on that day, but
neither did FBC, Pontotoc. Dot Bell has assured me of the availability of
the required number of folding chairs and tables we shall need to borrow
for the evening's festivities.
It's too early to announce further details concerning this year's celebration,
but unless something drastic happens, it's not too early to ask readers of
RRN to mark their calendars as "booked" for the Saturday evening, June
3, 2006.
Bodock Beau
Tendjewberrymud
The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service,
at a hotel in Asia which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic
Review...
Room Service (RS): "Morny. Ruin sorbees"
Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service"
RS: "Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??"
G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs"
RS: "Ow July den?"
G: "What??"
RS: "Ow July den?...pry, boy, pooch?"
G: "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."
RS: "Ow July dee bayhcem...crease?"
G: "Crisp will be fine."
RS : "Hokay. An San tos?"
G: "What?"
RS:"San tos. July San tos?"
G: "I don't think so"
RS: "No? Judo one toes?"
G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what
'judo one toes 'means."
RS: "Toes! toes!...why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we
bother?"
G: "English muffin! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes, an English
muffin will be fine."
RS: "We bother?"
G: "No..just put the bother on the side."
RS: "Wad?"
G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."
RS: "Copy?"
G: "Sorry?"
RS: "Copy...tea...mill?"
G: "Yes. Coffee please, and that's all."
RS: "One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem, tossy
singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy....rye??"
G: "Whatever you say"
RS: "Tendjewberrymud"
G: "You're welcome"
The Power of Prayer
A small boy badly wanted a baby brother, so his dad suggested he pray every
night for one. The boy prayed earnestly, night after night, but his prayers
seemingly werent answered. After a few weeks, he didnt bother
to ask anymore.
Some months later, his dad said they were going to see Mom in the hospital
and he was going to get a big surprise. When they got to the room, the little
boy saw his mother holding two babies.
"Well, what do you think about having twin brothers?" his dad asked.
The little boy thought for a moment and replied, "I bet youre glad
I stopped praying when I did."
Theres an Eyewitness
Late one night, a man driving along a dark country road heard a big thud
and knew hed hit something. He stopped and got out to look but
didnt see anything.
The next morning, the sheriff came to his home. "Youre under arrest,"
the officer said. "You hit a pig with your car last night."
"Now how in the world do you know that?" the man asked.
The sheriff replied without hesitation, "The pig squealed."
Joke 1 from www.basicjokes.com, Jokes 2 and 3 from Laugh Newsletter, Reiman
Media Group, Inc.
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