The Mystery of Ar-Or













Alien technology?
A remnant of an ancient civilization?
An early masonic temple?

This is the second one I've seen in West Tennessee and they're incredibly intimidating when you drive around a bend in the road and come up on this 40-foot monstrosity.

This one happened to be near a client's home, so when I arrived, I asked him if he knew of it's origins.

"Oh suuuure. They wur used fur arr-or."
Arrrrr-Orrrrr?
"Yah, arr-or."
Arrrrr-Orrrr?!? [whispering to self] arrrr-or, arrr-or....IRON ORE?!?
"Yeah! They'd get a messa' arr-or and throw wood in there and smelt it."
Ohhhhh...smelting iron ore.
"Yep, arrr-or."

Your Tongue-twister for the Day

A good excuse for bad cooking.
I've discovered that here in the South, people don't "die" for the good cooking, they live for a good condiment. Tarter sauce seems to be everyone's favorite. Restaurants even boast how good their homemade condiments are, versus the competition's. I lived on the West Coast. It had the best restaurants I've ever eaten at in my life. Here, in the South, we hope to God we can just cover our food in something that gives it flavor. I weep in my pillow at night. I never thought I'd miss California so much.

"Let them have their tar-tar sauce." -Montgomery Burns