Odds & Nods
It's a savage, dragon eat dragon world out there if you own a Chinese restaurant. The oldest such establishment here in Topeka (1950s-something) recently closed. That's one down and forty or fifty to go. But I look for more such Oriental eateries to hang up their chop stix soon for competition is keen and keener still here in the Capital City. Deb and I "dined" last night at a Mongolian restaurant. I use the term dined loosely for honestly, my chow hall in the military had more atmosphere than this place. We stood in line with the hungry horde waiting to get in, we stood in line as the chefs whacked, chopped and flipped our grub before our eyes, we scurried to our table with our plates, and, as the rock music above set the frenzied pace, we bolted down our food faster than any starved hound cleaned his dog dish. But it was fun. We had debated on going to an Indian restaurant. And I had thought I might be more in the mood for Thai food than Mongolian. Of course, if all else failed, we could have slipped into a nearby Japanese place where Koreans would serve us. Chinese food? Never gave it a thought. As it turned out, all went just famously and both Deb and I were satisfied with our brief, frenetic tour of Mongolian cuisine. Since it was pouring sheets of rain I, gentlemanly-like, ran through a flooded parking lot filled with cars to fetch our own Japanese car that I might spare darling Deb a dreadful drenching. On our way home, we passed the "Magic Wok." There were three or four cars parked there. The Chinese monopoly is over. It's a dragon eat dragon world out there.
Sent in a short script last week for a documentary film. The producer liked it and I am assuming, since he is sending it on, it has been accepted. Good. Also have a proposal out there for a much longer film script on another subject. The producer is reading it. Great. Maybe a change of scenery is what I need. Must say, I am a bit burned out on book writing. Have been doing it now for nigh on twenty years and the fire in the belly is growing mighty dim and cold. For years folks have encouraged me to write fiction. They say I would be good at it. But these well-meaning people just don't get it. I love history. It's in my genes. Me mangling documentary scripts is another way to write w/o leaving the world of history. If the opportunity avails, believe I'll go for it. More later.
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Sent in a short script last week for a documentary film. The producer liked it and I am assuming, since he is sending it on, it has been accepted. Good. Also have a proposal out there for a much longer film script on another subject. The producer is reading it. Great. Maybe a change of scenery is what I need. Must say, I am a bit burned out on book writing. Have been doing it now for nigh on twenty years and the fire in the belly is growing mighty dim and cold. For years folks have encouraged me to write fiction. They say I would be good at it. But these well-meaning people just don't get it. I love history. It's in my genes. Me mangling documentary scripts is another way to write w/o leaving the world of history. If the opportunity avails, believe I'll go for it. More later.
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Jest of the Day