On the drive from Fort Worth to Albuquerque via Amarillo there is a long empty stretch of road that parallels an old railroad track for miles. Between the tracks and the road are old telephone poles with the glass inulsators still in place. I'd guess a lot of them are purple by now, but getting them down, that is the trick.

I just returned from a wedding shower, and I went determined not to give them something that would occupy their shelves until they regifted or exchanged it. I took a 3-litre jug of extra virgin olive oil for the soon-to-be-weds. Use it, enjoy it, move on. . .

SRS