There is a story behind this picture. These two liked to have a snort every evening, but we weren't allowed to have anything, including beer, at any time. These two had their wives send them some liquor in bottles. They did this three times and each time when they opened the packages the bottles were broken and the liquor soaked into every thing. They felt that the Customs people knew, somehow, that there was liquor in the packages and intentionaly busted the bottles. So, as a last resort, at Christmas time, their wives baked them fruit cakes, cut them in half, made the sandwich you see here, and sent them up to the line. As you can see they made it.posted by Terminal Verbosity at 2:00 PM on February 2, 2007
This is dinner after we first moved into the modules' living spaces. Note the table is also the ping pong table (note the vertical stub for the net by checkered shirt's knee). It's difficult to believe but this food was served to us by a waiter (male of course) who also poured our coffee. Also the cake doesn't look home made. It wasn't, we had the top chefs out of Montreals finest hotels up here as our cooks, (the pay was so much better). Some of their deserts were artistic masterpieces and you almost felt guilty eating one.
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phased out or automated over the proceeding decades. Though the threat of nuclear bombardment caused the U.S. and
Canada to cooperate on the stations' construction and operation, cooperating on the cleanup of these sites proved a little more difficult.
Incidentally, this is the beginning of one of my favorite photo series documenting a plane crash on the tundra.
posted by Durhey at 1:19 PM on February 2, 2007