I'm sure you're all been on tenterhooks, pins and needles or just plain curious about how the Barbecue Spaghetti came out (see previous post). Based on my own expert opinion (Pam still hasn't tried it), I would give it a solid 8 on a scale of 1-10. Honestly, the pulled pork blendly nicely with the angel hair pasta and spicy marinara sauce. It was very tasty indeed.

Would I make it again? Absolutely. If you decide to give it a try, send me a nolte. If I ever appear on "Beat Bobby Flay," this just may be my signature dish!

Well kids, this is it. The big kahuna of football games, the Super Bowl. 

Over the past two weeks, the National Football League, TV and cable shows and Madison Avenue have squeezed every last drop of promotional hype they possibly can from the game, analyzing and dissecting every player, coach and official, down to their shirt size.

Me? I'm borderline ho-hum. My team didn't make it, so per tradition, I'll probably root for the underdog. In this case, the Bengals.

But football aside, a major part of the hoopla are the parties and get-togethers, where food takes centerstage. With the pandemic still in effect, that's not happening here. But it doesn't stop me from whipping up something special for the Big Game.

This year I'm going full-on gonzo. No wings, no dips, no chips, no pigs snuggled in blankets. Nope --I'm going for the full monty (foodwise) and making... are you ready? ... Barbecue Spaghetti.

Maybe it does border on oxymoronic, but hey, it combines two of my favorite things: BBQ and pasta. 

The idea stems from a recipe I ran across on the web headlined, "BBQ Spaghetti: A True Memphis Original." According to the author, Robert Moss, it was invented by a former railroad cook named Brady Vincent, and remains a Memphis favorite.

Preparation couldn't be easier. You simply combine pasta sauce, barbeque sauce and pulled pork. Let that cook and add the spaghetti. Voila!

Despite my enthusiasm, Pam is skeptical. So are our friends. But ye of little faith, I think you'll change your minds once you give it a taste. 

So stick around. I'll post an update and reveal the results. It just could be more interesting than the game. 

In these trying times, our elected leaders have plenty to concern themselves with. And among those weighty issues -- at least in Florida -- is what will be named the official state dessert. No, really.

Since 2006, the official State Dessert of Florida is Key Lime Pie. Now Senator Danny Burgess, who represents the heart of the strawberry growing region, has introduced a bill to recognize Strawberry Shortcake as the new official dessert of the Sunshine State.

As you might expect, the folks in Key West haven't taken this affront kindly, and a group known as the Conch Republic  Key Lime Council has created a Change.org petition to keep key lime pie as the official state dessert.

Quoting from the petition:

"WHEREAS: Key Lime Pie is a native Floridian dessert that originated in the Florida Keys, and Strawberry Shortcake is a non-native dessert that originated in Europe.

"WHEREAS: Key Lime Pie was designated the Official State Pie of Florida in 2006 and has served proudly as the de facto State Dessert for 16 years, and Strawberry Shortcake has never received a state designation."

For me, it's a no-brainer. While I enjoy them both, Key Lime Pie is way more Florida than Strawberry Shortcake. In Pam's "Gigi in the 561" podcast, she entertains a possible solution: Instead of designating one dessert, have an official pie as well as an official cake.

Whatever, can we just get on with the really important stuff, like whether Tampa should rename their football stadium after Tom Brady? I can already see the petitions that would bring out.

Florida has to be one of the few places in the world where, when temps fall into the 40s and below, the National Weather Service issues an advisory to "look out for falling iguanas." It's true. Those tree-hugging, tropical lizards that grow up to six feet in length hate the cold as much as we do.

When it gets as cold as we just experienced in the last few days, they literally "freeze" and go into a coma-like state. If they happen to be in a tree at the time, plop!

The good news, at least for them, is that they return to their normal, plant-munching selves when it warms back up. In the meantime, experts say don't wrap them in swaddling clothes or bring them inside. They could wake up suddenly and bite you. We also hear it's against the law.

While the video brlow has nothing to do with iguanas, it does feature a lizard, and is pretty funny. I take every opportunity I get to post it. It's from a live TV newscast from Fort Worth, Texas-based KXAS. Pam and i were actually working for one of their competitors when this happened. Enjoy!

Pam -- aka "Gigi in the 561" -- did a podcast today about languishing, and how that describes the current state of the world in 2022.

It made me stop and think. What exactly does "languish" mean? According to Webster, to languish is to become "dispirited" or "suffer neglect;" to "live in a state of depression or decreasing vitality;" to become "feeble, weak or enervated (lacking vigor)."

Two years into a worldwide pandemic, "languishing" seems to fit the situation to a "T."
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Health impact aside -- and we all know that's taken a terrible toll -- just about everyone has felt the mental impact. Namely:

• The Uncertainty. Step out your door and wonder: Is today the day I get the virus? Do I dare gather with friends, go to the mall, attend a concert, go to a restaurant? Life has become a roll of the dice, and we're constantly asking ourselves, "Do I feel lucky?"

 

• The Grind. Good news! The Delta variant has peaked. Bad news! Omnicron is here. Good news! Get all the shots and you can probably avoid the hospital. Bad news! Despite the shots, we're all going to get it at some point. Week after week, month after month, there's no end is sight.

 

• Fake news. Despite all the science, all the experts and good old common sense, the snake oil salesmen are out in full force, peddling lies and phony cures to a gullible populace only too eager to listen and line up to buy. Get the vaccine? "Over my dead body -- live free or die." Sadly, for some it's the last choice they make.

 

• The Testing. It wasn't that long ago most of us had no clue what "antigen" or "PCR (polymerase chain reaction)" meant. Now they've become part of our everyday vocabulary. Want to travel? Get tested. Attend an event? Get tested. Have a sniffle? Better get tested. At-home tests, community test sites (where lines of cars can extend for miles) -- testing is everywhere, and can be very expensive. Hundreds of dollars, in fact. All for the privilege of having a piece of cotton on a stick pushed into your nose or throat. Fun times.

 

• The Masking. It used to be only doctors and the Lone Ranger wore masks. Now we all do, or should. Leave the house and it's one more thing to keep track of. Masking up makes it harder to breathe, can be uncomfortable to wear for long periods and can play havoc with women's makeup. But for us, it's become as essential as wearing shoes or buckling a seatbelt. 

• The New Normal. As with any life-changing event, such as 9-11, people settle into a "new normal." In the case of the virus, it means we'll never stop washing our hands multiple times a day or having hand sanitizer in the car or available to use whenever we're out and about. In retrospect, it's probably one of those health-conscious habits we should have gotten into all along. So that's a plus.

Of course, the pandemic's impact to the world's economies is immeasurable. As travel writers, we felt it right away when cruises were stopped in their tracks and flying for fun turned into a nightmare of unruly passengers duking it out at 30,000 feet. We have ventured out during the last two years, but our trips have been few and far between.

So here we are, languishing in 2022. Not depressed -- that's not our style. Dispirited? Sometimes. Downhearted? Desperate? All those emotions come and go from time to time. But still, above all, very grateful to be vertical and given another day to fight.

The one thing we do know for sure: Whatever the state of the world, this too shall pass.

"is it real, or is it Memorex?"

That was a line from an Eighties ad for recording tape. But in its own way, it has relevance today, as scientists, philosophers and academics hotly debate the age-old question, "What is reality?"

Fueled by movies like "The Matrix" and an explosion of interest in virtual reality (VR), coupled with new technologies that probe ever deeper into the fabric of space, time and the quantum bits that form the basis for everything, we are attacking that vexing question on all fronts.

My own interest in the subject was peaked when Pam gifted me a copy of David Ewalt's book, "Defying Reality -- The Inside Story of the Virtual Reality Revolution." Its focus is mostly on the consumer electronics side, tracing the development of Oculus and other players in the space.

As a latecomer to the VR scene (I jettisoned my early adopter status long ago), I got the Sony Playstation 4/VR console, mostly for our granddaughter's visits. Having said that, I quickly got pulled into the magic of moving in a 360-degree virtual environment -- piloting a spaceship from planet to planet, shooting down zombies on a fun house rollercoaster or barely surviving a shark attack on an ocean descent.

It really is amazing to think you can put on a headset and be transported to worlds where anything is possible. Suddenly, science fiction concepts like the Star Trek Holodeck seem tantilizingly close at hand. And after saving the world from the zombie apocalypse, we can turn off the headset and return to reality. Or did we ever leave?

A new book by philosopher David Chalmers, "Reality+," argues virtual reality is as real as "real" reality -- the ultimate affirmation that perception is reality. I'm only on chapter two, but if you want to really go down the rabbit hole, Chalmers takes a swing at ALL the BIG questions around reality, God and is what we call reality just a computer simulation? 

Is your head hurting yet?

It's only human to wonder about these things. Plato went there in his cave allegory, Edgar Allan Poe wrote, "Is all that we see or seem, But a dream within a dream?" Even Shakespeare weighed in: "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

No one would doubt the pace of technology will make our virtual future more and more real. Facebook is betting the farm that we'll want to move into their Metaverse. Some predict we'll ditch clunky headsets for computer implants that will allow us to engage all our senses in the experience. With newfound power to inhabit any world or become any avatar we can imagine, will we reach a point of never wanting to leave? Maybe we'll see virtual reality as a Godsend if it helps us cope with a future climate- or war-ravaged world.

Central to all of this is that three-pound lump of gray matter called the brain, which gives rise to the mind, consciousness and our sense of self. And that opens up a whole new can of philosophical worms. Quoting from the 1956 movie, "Invasion of the Body Snatchers": 

"The mind is a strange and wonderful thing. I'm not sure it will ever be able to figure itself out. Everything else maybe, from the atom to the universe. Everything except itself."

To further cloud the water, I just read where researchers have determined what we experience is actually on a 15-second delay as our brain "mashes up" the millions of sensory inputs it receives every second and does its best to approximate the results to protect us from being overwhelmed.

But does all of this really matter if we are just part of some computer game played by our descendants in a far-flung future or alien whiz kids looking for a diversion? The answer is, we just don't know, and probably can never know. The fact is, we just can't know any of the Big Question answers with any certainty.

Of course, that doesn't keep us from trying, and wondering, and questioning our existence or place in the cosmos. Knowledge is both a blessing and a curse, depending on what we find in those rabbit holes. But that won't stop us from chasing those rabbits, virtual or otherwise.
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During every lifetime there are those days you just know will go down in history, for good and bad. Just in our lifetime, November 22, when John F. Kennedy was assassinated and September 11, the Twin Towers go down -- both evoking painful memories. 

But then there's today, July 20, forever remembered as the day Mankind first set foot on the moon. And now, also the day Jeff Bezos successfully ventured to space as a private citizen, one week after Richard Branson did the same thing.

A new Space Age has dawned, and we are witness to what could be every bit as momentous as the Wright Brothers at Kitty Hawk, almost 120 years previous.

It's an especially thrilling event, not only for the world, but also for our eight-year-old granddaughter, Cate, and all the kids of her generation. They have a real chance to take that "road to space" that Bezos referenced, dreaming new dreams and expanding their horizons beyond our imaginations.

Predictably, there are the naysayers who want to rain on the parade. Just like there were when JFK pledged to land a man on the moon, and NASA was created. Why go to space at all? Don't we have enough problems here to worry about? Can't that money be better spent on Earth? It's just billionaires playing with their toys and trying to one-up the other.

Putting aside for a moment the literally hundreds of new products and innovations that have come out of the space program, which have improved everyday life for all of us, are we really ready to stop trying to reach for the stars? 

Ask yourself, are you ready to give up your cell phone and go back to rotary dial handsets? The Model T got you around, do we need better, safer cars? Sure, progress in any field brings its own new set of problems. But if makes life easier, or better, or points the way to brighter tomorrows, it's worth our investment.
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It would be wonderful if we could solve our earthly problems with money. But sadly, no amount of money is likely to end homelessness, solve hunger or stop global conflicts. People don't even have enough common sense to get vaccinated against a potentially deadly virus, when the vaccines are readily available, and free. 

Visionaries like Bezos, Branson and Elon Musk are always looking at the bigger picture, realizing space holds the key for Mankind's long-term survival as an ever-growing population strains finite resources and climate change pushes our planet to the brink. Will their efforts benefit them financially? Sure, and they should. Just like the industrial titans of the last century spun up the oil industry, railroads and electricity. Government oversight, both then and now, is also required. That's a given.

As a species, the instinct to survive is deeply imprinted in our DNA. Nature made sure of that. The commercial utilization of space is one more way we hope to ensure humans stick around for the next chapter of our millions-of-years-old story. Thank God for the Bezos's and Bransons of the world. They may not have left footprints in the lunar dust, but their accomplishments this week will have a lasting imprint on our futures.

Cate, I can only imagine what's ahead in your lifetime. Reach for the stars. They are there for the taking.

Hard to believe, but Pam and I have been doing this website for more than half a decade -- that's five years in layman's terms.

It's been an adventure, and like most adventures, full of twists, turns and the unexpected. What started as an effort to spotlight the people and places of North Palm Beach has grown into a robust collection of travel articles, cruise news, photography, events throughout South Florida and another important segment we never envisioned at the start -- podcasts.

As you already know, podcasting (definition: "a digital audio file available for downloading or listening") has taken off like a rocket over the last few years, and I'm proud to say Pam was at the forefront. She actually launched her first podcast in 2016, and since then, has done hundreds. And just like the website, she has evolved them over time. From "WPAMM in Palm Beach," a takeoff on the radio nature of podcasting to "Pamme's Chitchat," which covered a wide range of topics.

Her latest incarnation is "Gigi in the 561," which launched at the beginning of the year. The name "Gigi" derives from what our eight-year-old granddaughter, Cate, calls her. And of course "561" is the Palm Beach area code.

If you haven't listened to it, you should. Along with her regular topics, she has introduced a series of interviews with fascinating people. It's tailor-made for what does Pam does best -- interact with people. As one of her recent subjects told me, "Pam is fabulous. I felt like we were sitting in my living room, having coffee together." I couldn't agree more.

You can find her page HERE, and an index of her interviews HERE. And know of someone who would make a good interview? EMAIL her a recommendation. By the way, you can also find her on ITUNES, PANDORA, Google, Spotify and many other platforms. 

Best of all, Gigi is just getting started. "561," watch out!

A YEAR AGO TODAY, we were preparing to visit St. Nicholas Abbey on the island of Barbados, one stop on the 16-day Crystal Serenity holiday cruise. Read more about our trip by GOING HERE. While the pandemic kept us at home in 2020, photos may be the next best thing to being there. 

RELATED PODCAST: Pamme's Chitchat

I am here today to solicit your Sorry vote.

No, I am not casting dispersions on your vote; I am soliciting your support for a kid game that some adults, like Pam and I, love to play. It's the board game, Sorry.

You have probably played it yourself at one point or another. The game originated in England from William Henry Story, who trademarked it in 1929. Parker Brothers acquired in 1934 and it's currently offered by Hasbro.

The game itself is not complicated, which is one of the reasons we like it. Each player has four tokens (mine are "men," Pam's are "women"). You draw cards to move them around the board and into your "home." The first one to get all four home wins.

The fun is in the cards. If you get an "11," you can switch places with other players. If you get a "7," you can divide it into two moves. If you get a "4," you move backwards four spaces. And it you get one of four "Sorry" cards you can send your opponent back to their home and say "Sorry!" But they know you probably don't mean it. For us, we find it best played with cocktails and snacks. One time we even played a life-size version on a Carnival cruise ship and won a trophy!

By the way, we prefer the Retro Edition of Sorry, which uses the original cards and board from those early days. 

Now, about that vote. We just learned that "Sorry" is one of the nominees for this year's National Toy Hall of Fame, competing against the likes of Risk, Bingo, Baby Nancy, Lite-Brite and Yahtzee, to name a few. The public can vote once a day for their favorite by going to THIS LINK.

So as we all gear up to vote in the 2020 election, take a few minutes to cast a vote for Sorry. We promise not to send you home!