As a result of being the cook on a square rigger bound around the world, when I get the chance to spend time ashore with newfound friends, invariably the conversation turns to food.

The salmon swim upstream, some smaller than others. Some in mid-current, some on the shallower sides.

I’m not sure, but I think there was quail. There had to be pies and potatoes — mashed or roasted. And some vegetables.

So the guy says, “Hey buddy, you got a minute?” You know a story is coming so you say, “Sure.”

The good Christian went walking one day. When he got to the town he discovered a grand domed building and approached the front entry. There he found another who invited him inside.

Those angels, you know, they are crafty buggers. Appearing in all sorts of disguise.