![]() Salad - the food of the future.Īnd Donny is Eric Stoltz. It brought up childhood memories of licking raindrops off a campfire it was fuller and more complete than life on this planet had ever been. The dressing was thicker than joint compound but spicier than an ancient, foul-breathed dragon. Tony makes fun of me for ordering salads wherever we go, but I need my greens. Inside, everything smelled new, but the atmosphere was still acrid with memory. ![]() Tonight I went for the salmon and it was predictably overcooked, like an old house that had been gutted by a fire many years before. But wait, there's more! Dinner was then delivered from the ol' standby, Van Horn Cattle Company. I mean, you just can't have enough meat around. ![]() Tony couldn't wait and inhaled his in the car, but not before several of us also prepared to-go plates of the leftover tri-tip. ![]() We will be a spacefaring civilization, and it starts now.Īfter saying our goodbyes, and hearing the chopper recede into the distance, we reset for tomorrow's interview with Mark. Rather, focus on the achievements made with those gifts. Don't praise your gifts or the gifts of those around you. Life should have many mistakes, but few regrets. Will his perspective change? Unknown, but his outlook right now was, dare I say, inspirational. He's been waiting his whole life for this. JB was relaxed and excited for Blue's first human flight, now including some very special passengers. Easily the best spread I've encountered yet in Van Horn, and as organized as any hotel banquet set-up I'd seen. In fact, the whole setup was well appointed - the snacks, the assortment of organic teas, the ice maker, and the chocolate. We were cautioned to leave four plates available, but there were many leftovers, untouched by JB and his entourage. I thought the tri-tip was perfect the meat was medium rare, sliced thin, and the chimichurri had a delightful flavor as if infused with a delicate white wine, a hint of dirt, a geranium's last scent. So, assuredly, there was meat at this meal, as I imagine was prescribed by a local Van Horn nutritional ordinance of 1958. Saved by the bell! Tri-tip steak with a chimichurri sauce, peach and tomato salad, and mixed berries with chantilly cream. But then, lunch was brought in from somewhere else, courtesy of Blue Origin. Sorry, not sorry, Slovakia.Īfter a lot of lighting, setting, flagging, tweaking, and framing, we had the setup we liked and awaited the choppers. I’ve written about Blue Origin before, but this is where the rubber meets the road, where the capsule meets the booster.īonus Europe Vacation Pro-Tip: You can probably skip the two-day visit to Bratislava and extend your stay to… Anywhere else. Don’t get me wrong - this is a very dangerous endeavor - and I began on it even years before, when there wasn’t even a paved road to the launch site, and going “there” for me meant watching tests, getting up way before dawn, brutal heat, eating the same food every day, and never seeing a rocket at all, just lots of engineers in a few rooms looking at screens, counting down. Not the moon, not outer space, and not even around the planet, but just above the Karman Line for a few minutes. So, let’s reach back and begin the saga of sending a man into space. In fact, I’m just on my way back from somewhere in Illinois which was definitely NOT Chicago despite flying in and out of O’Hare, and heading to Louisiana but NOT New Orleans despite flying into MSY. After a much-needed break and a grand tour of Europe with triplet thirteen-year-olds, I’m back at work, on the road, eating fantastically unpredictable lunches from thoroughly under-reviewed and bogusly Yelp-recommended places all over America.
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