Subway

I bet you don't know this:

1. Submarine sandwiches have their origin in the United States. Really! That's what they say. They originated with the Italian American labor force in Northeastern of the US. Could it be this was at the time of the Corleone family? In case you do not know, that's the GodFather, the Don.
2. The subs showed up on local pizzerias, but pizza-maker was at the bottom of the culinary and social scale, so they added the subs to feel more dignified.
3. The largest sub chain in the world is Subway.

And here I am in line to stuff myself with about 456+ calories, with no less than 2.3 grams of polyunsaturated fat and 8 grams of monounsaturated fat. Not to mention 1,651 milligrams of salt. But my poor heart loves this!

Here is the legal warning,.. meaning eat this at your own risk.

Amount Per 1 submarine (228 g)
Calories 456

% Daily Value*
Total Fat 19 g 29%
Saturated fat 7 g 35%
Polyunsaturated fat 2.3 g
Monounsaturated fat 8 g
Cholesterol 36 mg 12%
Sodium 1,651 mg 68%
Potassium 394 mg 11%
Total Carbohydrate 51 g 17%
Protein 22 g 44%
Vitamin A 8% Vitamin C 20%
Calcium 18% Iron 13%
Vitamin B-6 5% Vitamin B-12 18%
Magnesium 17%
*Percent Daily Values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet.

I indulged a foot long Italian B.M.T. In term of added trimmings, I got cheese, lettuce, tomato, spinach, pickle, mayonnaise, chipotle, vinegar, salt and pepper. Shouldn't have added the extra salt, but what the heck!

I like the Apple logo on the BIG man in front of me. May be if I eat one of this every day, I'll be as big.

Insignificant!

This photo was taken around high noon today. I was all by myself without any other Homo sapiens within a stone's throw. It's November but the sun was scorching, hot and humid. Luckily, it was too hot for the mosquitoes and not one came to collect my blood. Look up in the sky and you can see an airliner probably taking off minutes ago from Miami International airport about 16 miles due North of this location. There must be many human beings in that flying craft heading southwesterly to who knows where? In the foreground, you see a lone grey egret. He/she is my friend for the moment but never let me get close. Some friend, I am telling you. The dead palm tree is not cut down because some family of birds lives there.

And this is Miami today... with me in it, insignificant being in an infinitesimally small piece of earth on a trifling third rock from a banal mid life star within an inconsequential galaxy... This reminds me of an obscure poem by an unknown poet:

O dark, dark , dark...
They all go into the dark...
The interstellar spaces...
The vacuum into the vacuum.

With the sun in my back, this is my dark side on a nugatory Tuesday.