Our weekly laundry chore went as efficiently and as quickly today as we could’ve hoped. We were there early, got a little lucky, and were back on the road in 90 minutes.
That’s a big deal, and we’re gettin’ better at it. Livin’ in the Country as we do, “goin’ to town” is an event, an assault of sorts that benefits from planning.
In Mountain Home today, we re-stocked our vape supplies. At Harbor Freight we grabbed an inexpensive corded circular saw, a couple of saw blades and, of course, three free gifts — a tarp, a pair of compact flashlights and a magnetic tool holder.
Moving on to Lowe’s across the bypass, Deb and I got a firsthand look at materials we’ll be using to construct the hearth under our woodstove. I expect to come back this week, weather permitting, and fetch what we’ve settled on.
We grabbed a bite to eat. We did a pretty sizeable curbside-pickup order at the Flippin Walmart.
And then we came Home, unloaded our haul and ducked indoors, out of the 91°F heat.
Briefly yesterday I mentioned that we bought “a couple of decades-old Revere Ware saucepans” while in Harrison. They’re not vintage by any means, but since we intend to actually use them, their value as collectibles is irrelevant to us.
Both Deb and I grew up with iconic copper-clad Revere Ware pots and pans. Sentimentality aside, the two- and three-quart models we picked up for a total of $24, with lids, will serve us well on the gas range in our cabin kitchen.
Both have been around awhile. The two-quarter was made in 1989 in Clinton, Illinois. The larger saucepan came out of the same plant seven years earlier.
That year, 1982, was when Revere Brass & Copper declared bankruptcy. Much of the manufacturing moved to Thailand in the 1990s. By 2018, Revere Ware was out of production entirely.
Nothing goes on forever, not even a brand that legitimately traces its origins to Paul Revere. The products, however, even these latter-day pans, will last several lifetimes with proper care.
When I was a kid, in our household we kept the copper bottoms bright pink with Twinkle paste. Deb used white vinegar, salt and elbow grease to bring back the shine on the smaller pan. I’ll be working on the other, substituting a halved lemon for vinegar.
That black, baked-on residue will require a bit more scrubbing with an abrasive cleanser.
Now you could claim that some other cookware is superior to Revere Ware. You might be right, too, and I’ve owned and used some of those “better” pots.
But this old stuff is still good stuff, solid and simple and made in America. Works for us.
Here’s a date to circle on your calendar — Wednesday, July 15th, 2024. That’s 57 full days from today, not quite two months away. But what’s significant about it?
July 15th is less than four months before the US general election, our next presidential election, on November 5th. The DNC convention will be held in Chicago in late August. Republicans convene in Milwaukee in mid-July.
I have absolutely no doubt that this’ll be an ugly summer. Unrest, some of it destructive and violent, will be rooted in the political climate. What we see of that tumult in the popular media won’t accurately capture what’s happening.
It’ll be worse than anything presented on TV or on the wwWeb. And it will spread.
Think 1968, but with the Internet.
The wild card will be the State’s response. I don’t rule out enactment of “emergency powers,” even for reasons having nothing to do with civil unrest.
By July 15th, I want you to be ready for all that.
Be ready to either stay where you are or go to a more secure location. Be ready to deal with resources and services that are severely limited. Be ready to defend Life, Liberty and Property.
Be ready for the onset of civil war.
I’m not kidding about this. And I’m not wrong.
You have 57 days. Don’t allow yourself to be distracted. Get your shit together.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB