Miss Dove is a strict disciplinary, plus a well respected teacher, who has inspired her students to individual greatness. One day during class, Miss Dove experiences great pain in her back, but continues with the class. After class she asks one of her students who is staying after class to get a doctor. Thomas, a doctor, and a former student of her's takes her to the hospital and hospitalizes her. While in the hospital her former students rally around her causing Miss Dove to reflect on her past.

Our namesake, Uncle Ben, was an African-American rice grower who harvested his rice with such care that he reaped honors for the full-kernel yields and quality. In fact, his rice was of such excellent quality that it came to represent the standard by which all other rice was judged. As the story goes, the proudest boast a rice grower could make was to claim his rice to be "as good as Uncle Ben's."

Years later, Gordon L. Harwell launched a company offering to the public the same high-quality, nutritious rice he'd supplied to the armed forces in WWII through his company, Converted Rice, Inc. He chose the name "UNCLE BEN'S" to symbolize the high quality of his rice products. To this day, we preserve the standard that was set so many years ago by the Texas rice grower named Uncle Ben.

Sales projections, in 1957, by Ford executives were in the 200,000 per year range.

According to Wikipedia:

44,891 cars were sold in model year 1959. For the 1960 model year, Edsel's last, a mere 2,848 cars were produced before the Edsel was dropped on November 19, 1959.

Mullfoto of the Day

This demonstration, demanding democracy in Iran, occurred in Lafayette Park, directly across from the White House last Friday. It was a pretty day - sunny and warm - so I stopped to watch the action.

Here is a more-or-less accurate transcript of a conversation I had with a young man in the midst of this demonstration:

ME: What's this all about
KID: We're, like, demonstrating for freedom.
ME: Who organized it?
KID: Uh, I'm not sure. You have to ask someone else.
ME: Doesn't that look like a Communist symbol?
KID: (Looking at the white flag) Yeah, I guess, like, a little � sort of.
ME: Are you a Communist?
KID: (Laughing uncomfortably) No, man. I'm not a Communist.
ME: So, what do you think is going to happen.
KID: We're gonna, like, march around the park.
ME: No. I meant what do you think is going to happen in Iran?
KID: Oh. I'm not too sure.
ME: What do you want to have happen?
KID: Hey, man, I just came out because some girl asked me to.
ME: So this isn't as much about freedom as it is about sex?
KID: (Laughing uncomfortably) Yeah. I guess.
ME: Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
KID: Huh?

Catchy Caption of the Day

For all of you who wore me out because I didn't think of the Dr. Seuss green eggs and ham business when I ran this photo last week, I bring you ...


Green pork chops taste goooood.
Green bacon tastes goooood.

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