Another incident from my childhood. Please thank stavrosthewonderchicken for dredging up these memories.
My cousin Tommy came up from New York to visit us for a week one summer.
We had a large patch of mint growing on the side of the house and I decided to make mint tea. [I think the inspiration for this came from a visit earlier in the week to Old Sturbridge Village.] I picked mint plants, tied them up with string and hung the bundles on the front porch to get good and dry.
I was only eight. I had the patience of an eight year old. I didn't wait too long. About three hours. Differentiating between dried and merely wilted is just too fine of a distinction to a kid set on making tea.
We all sat around the kitchen table drinking the green, sugared water that was left after soaking the wilted mint leaves in boiling water. I was so very proud of myself. I had foraged food. I had provided for my cousin and my little sister. I was in my glory.
I thought my sister was just trying to ruin it for me when she started to complain that her stomach hurt. I thought my cousin was just being a wimp when he began to complain also. I was still convinced my sister was trying to ruin it for me when she started throwing up. I only started to get worried after Tommy threw up, you see, my stomach was starting to hurt...
Is anyone doing SOAP over RS-485?
A picture from the state I grew up in:
A picture from where I live now:
Both of these pictures were taken yesterday. Thanks Rob!
