The following words, and their meaning, have been the 'word of the day' on the dictionary app for the past five days.
Frigorific: (The 'g' is pronounced with the 'j' sound, but I do like the pronunciation using the 'g' as in the word 'gut'.) Causing or producing cold.
Gas light: To cause a person to doubt their sanity.
Nostomania: An irresistible compulsion to return home; intense homesickness.
Pabulum: Material for intellectual nourishment.
Degust: To taste or savor carefully or appreciatively.
The recent arctic vortex has indeed secured frigorific conditions for the holiday season. There are many, traveling the highways and byways, suffering from nostomania as they get closer to their destination.
Make sure to not gas light the chef by remembering to degust the feast with much passion and share some excellent pabulum during the meal and afterwards, keeping the snoring to a minimum.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Take Heed of the Signs
When driving through any national park or game preserve there are usually signs that read, DO NOT FEED THE _________. The blank can be filled in with a number of different animal names, bear, bison, deer, wolves, etc.
The reason for this is because it is not always wise to break the "wild" barrier between humans and critters. These animals are referred to as wild animals because, well, that is what they are, wild animals.
To say that I have never fed a wild animal would be an outright lie. There has been many a Christmas turkey carcass set outside to feed the neighborhood possum. It is really difficult to say, "Oh look at the cute possum!", because..... they be really ugly.
My sister, Lela, moved to the great Southwest a few years ago to be close to her daughter, Ms. Luvsdemcritters and they really enjoy living in the desert.....right smack in the desert.
Ms. Luvsdemcritters is a girl after my own heart. She loves all animals and is even involved in a rescue operation for pets that need a good home.
Although, at first glance, the desert seems to be a barren place, but it is actually teaming with wildlife. There are numerous birds, coyotes, rattlesnakes, mountain lions and the beloved Javelina, aka, the desert pig. The last three above mentioned critters have all been seen in Ms. Luvsdemcritters backyard.
The javelina is not really a pig but comes from the peccary family, a hoofed animal that migrated north from South America. The adults can grow to about 19 inches tall and weigh from 40 to 60 pounds. They travel in groups from two to twenty and their babies are called 'reds'. Javelinas have been known to charge when feeling threatened. This is because they have very poor eyesight, so, in actuality the charging is merely a defense mechanism for a means of escape, they do not actually 'see' what scared them, they are just looking for a way out. We can now give the bats a break and use the phrase, "blind as a javelina".
Javelinas do not like dogs and have been known to seriously injure or kill them. Again, this is not out of being naturally aggressive, but from the instinct to protect the herd....and being blind as a bat.....or, um.....javelina.
Feeding the javelinas creates a couple of problems. The first one being they will return to the food source, looking for more food. They usually will bring the rest of the herd with them, so instead of having 5 or 6 javelina in the yard one day, there may be 20 the next. If there is not enough food to go around, they most likely will eat what ever vegetation is growing in the yard and they do not care if the vegetation was paid for, or just grew naturally.
The second problem that arises with feeding the javelina is the fact that they attract mountain lions. Mountain lions LOVE to eat the javelina. The mountain lions probably have a motto that goes something like, "there's no better way, than to start the day, with a little pulled pork".
Mountain lions have very good eyesight and probably think the bigger the prey, the better, and longer lasting, the meal. If someone is out feeding and frolicking with the javelina, they could possibly look like a smorgasbord to a hungry mountain lion.
Ms. Luvsdemcritters, DO NOT FEED THE JAVELINAS!
The reason for this is because it is not always wise to break the "wild" barrier between humans and critters. These animals are referred to as wild animals because, well, that is what they are, wild animals.
To say that I have never fed a wild animal would be an outright lie. There has been many a Christmas turkey carcass set outside to feed the neighborhood possum. It is really difficult to say, "Oh look at the cute possum!", because..... they be really ugly.
My sister, Lela, moved to the great Southwest a few years ago to be close to her daughter, Ms. Luvsdemcritters and they really enjoy living in the desert.....right smack in the desert.
Ms. Luvsdemcritters is a girl after my own heart. She loves all animals and is even involved in a rescue operation for pets that need a good home.
Although, at first glance, the desert seems to be a barren place, but it is actually teaming with wildlife. There are numerous birds, coyotes, rattlesnakes, mountain lions and the beloved Javelina, aka, the desert pig. The last three above mentioned critters have all been seen in Ms. Luvsdemcritters backyard.
The javelina is not really a pig but comes from the peccary family, a hoofed animal that migrated north from South America. The adults can grow to about 19 inches tall and weigh from 40 to 60 pounds. They travel in groups from two to twenty and their babies are called 'reds'. Javelinas have been known to charge when feeling threatened. This is because they have very poor eyesight, so, in actuality the charging is merely a defense mechanism for a means of escape, they do not actually 'see' what scared them, they are just looking for a way out. We can now give the bats a break and use the phrase, "blind as a javelina".
Javelinas do not like dogs and have been known to seriously injure or kill them. Again, this is not out of being naturally aggressive, but from the instinct to protect the herd....and being blind as a bat.....or, um.....javelina.
Feeding the javelinas creates a couple of problems. The first one being they will return to the food source, looking for more food. They usually will bring the rest of the herd with them, so instead of having 5 or 6 javelina in the yard one day, there may be 20 the next. If there is not enough food to go around, they most likely will eat what ever vegetation is growing in the yard and they do not care if the vegetation was paid for, or just grew naturally.
The second problem that arises with feeding the javelina is the fact that they attract mountain lions. Mountain lions LOVE to eat the javelina. The mountain lions probably have a motto that goes something like, "there's no better way, than to start the day, with a little pulled pork".
Mountain lions have very good eyesight and probably think the bigger the prey, the better, and longer lasting, the meal. If someone is out feeding and frolicking with the javelina, they could possibly look like a smorgasbord to a hungry mountain lion.
Ms. Luvsdemcritters, DO NOT FEED THE JAVELINAS!
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Plan B
tRuth As I See It has been up and running over a year now. It does not seem possible, twelve months, gone in the blink of an eye.
I have to scan back through the blog now and then, to make sure I'm not repeating myself. At my age, that can happen.....a lot.
Today I had to drive to a big box store to return a tool. The big box store was true to its cause, the isles were full of big boxes. Many had "do not open before Black Friday" stamped on them. Black Friday, the biggest, aka worst, shopping day of the year.
The store was understaffed today, but there was a nice lady who waited on me at the return counter. She was new, still in training, which meant the only other person around had to show her the ropes for entering a return. No easy task. I was not in a hurry, my morning plans had already been changed by my better half. This needed done, right now, today. It could not have been done over the weekend. While I was at it, he also needed a couple of items from the big box drug store.....he did get the 'look' on that suggestion, but hey, it was just across the street, it surely could not be that big of a deal....Sigh....he hates to shop...I had been hoodwinked.
I was waiting patiently at the return counter. Not so the older man to my right. He was far from patient. The phone was ringing, and ringing....and ringing. The trainer of the nice lady ignored it and continued with her task of teaching. The impatient man finally spoke....in a really loud voice....wanting to know if there was someone who could help him. I wanted to say, "Dude, do ya see anyone else standing here?" I thought better of it, he may have been the man who was disgruntled with all the toilet paper in the trees, I did not want a lesson in manners. The trainer/teacher assured him she would be with him as soon as possible and gave a brief explanation as to what she was doing. I glanced his way and was pretty positive I saw smoke making a slow spiral out of his ears.
After many numbers had been entered into the system, my return was finished. I took the time to browse a couple of isles, just in case. Two LED light bulbs jumped into my arms. They make a nice glow above my desk and I'm sure the electric meter is spinning much slower now.
A quick stop at the drug store, in which I found some new mascara, and I was in nostomania mode, an irresistible compulsion to return home.....word of the day on my dictionary app.
The sun was shining. That was nice, it hasn't been seen for a couple of days.
A road trip, even a short one, can be good for the soul. Helps to blow a few cobwebs out of the back portals of the brain. It was just what I needed.....but I won't mention that to my better half.
I have to scan back through the blog now and then, to make sure I'm not repeating myself. At my age, that can happen.....a lot.
Today I had to drive to a big box store to return a tool. The big box store was true to its cause, the isles were full of big boxes. Many had "do not open before Black Friday" stamped on them. Black Friday, the biggest, aka worst, shopping day of the year.
The store was understaffed today, but there was a nice lady who waited on me at the return counter. She was new, still in training, which meant the only other person around had to show her the ropes for entering a return. No easy task. I was not in a hurry, my morning plans had already been changed by my better half. This needed done, right now, today. It could not have been done over the weekend. While I was at it, he also needed a couple of items from the big box drug store.....he did get the 'look' on that suggestion, but hey, it was just across the street, it surely could not be that big of a deal....Sigh....he hates to shop...I had been hoodwinked.
I was waiting patiently at the return counter. Not so the older man to my right. He was far from patient. The phone was ringing, and ringing....and ringing. The trainer of the nice lady ignored it and continued with her task of teaching. The impatient man finally spoke....in a really loud voice....wanting to know if there was someone who could help him. I wanted to say, "Dude, do ya see anyone else standing here?" I thought better of it, he may have been the man who was disgruntled with all the toilet paper in the trees, I did not want a lesson in manners. The trainer/teacher assured him she would be with him as soon as possible and gave a brief explanation as to what she was doing. I glanced his way and was pretty positive I saw smoke making a slow spiral out of his ears.
After many numbers had been entered into the system, my return was finished. I took the time to browse a couple of isles, just in case. Two LED light bulbs jumped into my arms. They make a nice glow above my desk and I'm sure the electric meter is spinning much slower now.
A quick stop at the drug store, in which I found some new mascara, and I was in nostomania mode, an irresistible compulsion to return home.....word of the day on my dictionary app.
The sun was shining. That was nice, it hasn't been seen for a couple of days.
A road trip, even a short one, can be good for the soul. Helps to blow a few cobwebs out of the back portals of the brain. It was just what I needed.....but I won't mention that to my better half.
Friday, November 21, 2014
Worm Holes & Eggs
Yesterday was a lovely day. Albeit, a cold day, but the sun was shining and the wind had subsided.
The gas gauge in my little car was reading about as close to the bottom as it could get and I decided it was a good time to fill it up. We use a facility located on the outskirts of town to purchase our fuel and the drive is just about a mile from home.
When I arrived, I realized something miraculous had happened. I had driven through one of those worm holes that scientists have been searching years for. The price of gas was $2.75 a gallon! I took a picture of the sign with the posted prices, so I would have documentation of my find. After filling the tank, I hurried home so I could look in the mirror and jump on the scales to see what year I had entered through this porthole in space.
I posted my experience on Facebook, the place that seems to be increasingly filled with sad, bad, and gloomy articles, so this story of my incredible journey will be old news to some. But, while I'm on the subject of FB, I'd like to offer a bit of tRuth as I see it. I know there are a lot of things going on in this crazy world that are not good, but spending time focusing on those things is also not good. Starting out the day with sadness is not the way to start the day. It's hard to share your light if it's surrounded by darkness.
Doesn't it seem odd that most people who eat breakfast eat the same thing for breakfast everyday, without getting tired of it? I would not want to eat the same thing for lunch or supper, but having our traditional egg and sausage (husband) bacon (me) sandwich every morning never seems redundant. It is almost a ritual.
I always fix my husband's sandwich first and then my own. This morning, as I headed to my prepared plate of bread, bacon and cheese, with my second egg riding on a spatula the egg jumped off and landed on the floor. I'm pretty sure it took out a cobweb as it slid under the toe-kick area of the cabinet. After swearing, and that was not done under my breath, I snatched it up off the floor and tossed it in the sink. There I washed off what ever pieces of gossamer webs were clinging to it, placed it on the above mentioned prepared plate and used the top piece of bread to blot it. It tasted wonderful!
It is a good thing my young food germ fanatical friend was not here, I believe she would have passed out.
The gas gauge in my little car was reading about as close to the bottom as it could get and I decided it was a good time to fill it up. We use a facility located on the outskirts of town to purchase our fuel and the drive is just about a mile from home.
When I arrived, I realized something miraculous had happened. I had driven through one of those worm holes that scientists have been searching years for. The price of gas was $2.75 a gallon! I took a picture of the sign with the posted prices, so I would have documentation of my find. After filling the tank, I hurried home so I could look in the mirror and jump on the scales to see what year I had entered through this porthole in space.
I posted my experience on Facebook, the place that seems to be increasingly filled with sad, bad, and gloomy articles, so this story of my incredible journey will be old news to some. But, while I'm on the subject of FB, I'd like to offer a bit of tRuth as I see it. I know there are a lot of things going on in this crazy world that are not good, but spending time focusing on those things is also not good. Starting out the day with sadness is not the way to start the day. It's hard to share your light if it's surrounded by darkness.
Doesn't it seem odd that most people who eat breakfast eat the same thing for breakfast everyday, without getting tired of it? I would not want to eat the same thing for lunch or supper, but having our traditional egg and sausage (husband) bacon (me) sandwich every morning never seems redundant. It is almost a ritual.
I always fix my husband's sandwich first and then my own. This morning, as I headed to my prepared plate of bread, bacon and cheese, with my second egg riding on a spatula the egg jumped off and landed on the floor. I'm pretty sure it took out a cobweb as it slid under the toe-kick area of the cabinet. After swearing, and that was not done under my breath, I snatched it up off the floor and tossed it in the sink. There I washed off what ever pieces of gossamer webs were clinging to it, placed it on the above mentioned prepared plate and used the top piece of bread to blot it. It tasted wonderful!
It is a good thing my young food germ fanatical friend was not here, I believe she would have passed out.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Bravery At Its Finest
On this date, November 20, in 1620, Peregrine White was born aboard the Mayflower.
That gave Peregrine the distinct distinction of being the first known English child born in America. It's too bad organizations like the Brownies, Girl Scouts, Boy Scouts, etc. weren't around back then because Peregrine would have gotten lots of cool stuff. He would have had his picture in all the papers holding the title of "The Country's First Baby" and surrounded by all the gifts donated from the local merchants.
On March 6, 1648, Peregrine and Sara Basset were married, plus fined for having premarital sex, and about nine months later the first of their seven children was born.....some things never change...... Peregrine lived to the ripe old age of 83 years old.
Now, the bravery......
Peregrine's mother, Susanna, boarded the Mayflower in Plymouth, England on September 6, 1620. She would have been approximately six months pregnant.
Have you ever seen a replica of the Mayflower? It is really small.......really small. The ship was only 100 feet in length. There were 102 passengers aboard, along with 30-40 crew members. To say that the conditions were a bit cramped would be an understatement. Not only that, this was a three month journey. A three month journey, at sea, with no bathroom.
To make matters even worse, in the second month of the journey, they ran into some nasty weather. The ship was being battered with high winds and high seas. The caulking was falling out of the timbers, letting in seawater. The conditions were ma-honkingly, for lack of a better word, unsanitary and there was not enough food to go around. It was cold and even the beds were wet.
I wonder how many times Susanna White had to hurl over the port or starboard side of the Mayflower?
The original destination for the Mayflower was the Colony of Virginia, but after many days of trying to go south, they were forced to return to Cape Cod Hook, now known as Provincetown Harbor. It was there, anchored in the harbor, still aboard a ship that had to smell ten times worse than a bus load of young boys right after football practice, that Susanna White gave birth.
Susanna White was a brave woman indeed. She left the only home she had known, with her husband and an older son, to come to a new world. She survived a dangerous trip, horrible conditions and was still able to bring forth a new life with no doctor, no epidural anesthesia. Hopefully she at least had a piece of wood to bite.
In the first few weeks of setting foot on this new land, she outlived half of the passengers aboard the Mayflower, due to a harsh, cold winter. She even had to bury her husband three months later. She remarried and went on to have five more children.
Most of us have never heard of Susanna White. She deserves the highest honor given for bravery.
We do not have a clue, if we think for one minute, that times are tough.
That gave Peregrine the distinct distinction of being the first known English child born in America. It's too bad organizations like the Brownies, Girl Scouts, Boy Scouts, etc. weren't around back then because Peregrine would have gotten lots of cool stuff. He would have had his picture in all the papers holding the title of "The Country's First Baby" and surrounded by all the gifts donated from the local merchants.
On March 6, 1648, Peregrine and Sara Basset were married, plus fined for having premarital sex, and about nine months later the first of their seven children was born.....some things never change...... Peregrine lived to the ripe old age of 83 years old.
Now, the bravery......
Peregrine's mother, Susanna, boarded the Mayflower in Plymouth, England on September 6, 1620. She would have been approximately six months pregnant.
Have you ever seen a replica of the Mayflower? It is really small.......really small. The ship was only 100 feet in length. There were 102 passengers aboard, along with 30-40 crew members. To say that the conditions were a bit cramped would be an understatement. Not only that, this was a three month journey. A three month journey, at sea, with no bathroom.
To make matters even worse, in the second month of the journey, they ran into some nasty weather. The ship was being battered with high winds and high seas. The caulking was falling out of the timbers, letting in seawater. The conditions were ma-honkingly, for lack of a better word, unsanitary and there was not enough food to go around. It was cold and even the beds were wet.
I wonder how many times Susanna White had to hurl over the port or starboard side of the Mayflower?
The original destination for the Mayflower was the Colony of Virginia, but after many days of trying to go south, they were forced to return to Cape Cod Hook, now known as Provincetown Harbor. It was there, anchored in the harbor, still aboard a ship that had to smell ten times worse than a bus load of young boys right after football practice, that Susanna White gave birth.
Susanna White was a brave woman indeed. She left the only home she had known, with her husband and an older son, to come to a new world. She survived a dangerous trip, horrible conditions and was still able to bring forth a new life with no doctor, no epidural anesthesia. Hopefully she at least had a piece of wood to bite.
In the first few weeks of setting foot on this new land, she outlived half of the passengers aboard the Mayflower, due to a harsh, cold winter. She even had to bury her husband three months later. She remarried and went on to have five more children.
Most of us have never heard of Susanna White. She deserves the highest honor given for bravery.
We do not have a clue, if we think for one minute, that times are tough.
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Have None
When asking old people what was their biggest regret in life, the answer was surprising. It was not some lurid part of their past, some inexcusable deed. It was the amount of time they had spent worrying.
They had worried about things they had no control over. They had spent vast amounts of time worrying about what someone might think, money, troubles, who said what, who didn't say that.
They regretted the time they had wasted on something that did not really matter.
How many risks could they have taken, if worry had not been in their way? How many dreams were left undreamed because of worrying? So much wasted time.
The present time, right now, this very second, is the only time we really have. We are not guaranteed the next minute, hour, day or week.
If we spend this most valuable of our precious resources worrying, what have we accomplished? Absolutely nothing. If we spend our allotted minutes being mad, not talking to someone, judging others, thinking we are better than the next person, what good comes from it? Absolutely nothing.
There are way too many wonderful things life has to offer. Laughter with a family member or friend, trying something new and different, getting up early just to watch the sun rise, or staying up late and gazing at the vastness of the universe laid before us in a black sky. Making the decision to go for the dream, no matter what.
Understand this, in 150 years, nothing that you are worrying about now, will matter, it will be gone and the only one who will have suffered is you.
Spend your time in joy. God put an unfathomable amount of abundance in our lives. Stop worrying that there is not enough for you. There is, believe it, it is there for the asking and for the taking. The risks we take are far more rewarding than worrying about taking them.
Leave this place singing the song Frank Sinatra sang back in the late 1960's....
They had worried about things they had no control over. They had spent vast amounts of time worrying about what someone might think, money, troubles, who said what, who didn't say that.
They regretted the time they had wasted on something that did not really matter.
How many risks could they have taken, if worry had not been in their way? How many dreams were left undreamed because of worrying? So much wasted time.
The present time, right now, this very second, is the only time we really have. We are not guaranteed the next minute, hour, day or week.
If we spend this most valuable of our precious resources worrying, what have we accomplished? Absolutely nothing. If we spend our allotted minutes being mad, not talking to someone, judging others, thinking we are better than the next person, what good comes from it? Absolutely nothing.
There are way too many wonderful things life has to offer. Laughter with a family member or friend, trying something new and different, getting up early just to watch the sun rise, or staying up late and gazing at the vastness of the universe laid before us in a black sky. Making the decision to go for the dream, no matter what.
Understand this, in 150 years, nothing that you are worrying about now, will matter, it will be gone and the only one who will have suffered is you.
Spend your time in joy. God put an unfathomable amount of abundance in our lives. Stop worrying that there is not enough for you. There is, believe it, it is there for the asking and for the taking. The risks we take are far more rewarding than worrying about taking them.
Leave this place singing the song Frank Sinatra sang back in the late 1960's....
"Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, to few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way."
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
A Thin Line
Since 2014 is winding down, I've decided to once again break a resolution made many months ago.
It has been so long that I do not remember exactly what it was, but I believe it had something to do with not getting caught up in the messiness of the world.
But this thing in Ferguson, Missouri has me perplexed....
I will not go over all the details. I think anyone who has even briefly walked past a newscast or read a newspaper, or been on some social media site knows the story....or stories.
The governor of the "show me" state has already declared a state of emergency waiting for the outcome of whether or not the policeman involved will go to trial. The reports say regardless of the decision, rioting is expected. The local businesses are already boarding up their store windows and doors while still trying to do, or stay, in business.
I ran across an article posted by Gateway Pundit that stated "the Justice for Mike Brown Ferguson protest group released its list of potential targets following the decision by the St. Louis County Courthouse on the Mike Brown case."
This list has 70 targets of potential action. Seven of the names on the list are hospitals. Some are churches. The art museum is on the list, as well as shopping centers and the Lambert Airport.
At the end of the article there is a quote. It does not give the name of the person who said it, but this is how it reads, "Rioting and looting are the tools of those without a voice. The rioting and looting, while I didn't participate in it, was necessary. Without it we would not be standing here today."
Let me see if I understand this. If something makes me mad, I have the right to go into my local businesses, the places that actually help make my community a community, and trash their establishment. Also, while I'm there, I can take whatever I please. It may be a big screen TV or ten pairs of expensive shoes, but I'm mad and I have no other way, or means, to get my point across. I can burn, loot, pilfer to my heart's delight and further more, I'm not going to help clean up the mess.
A thin line between love and hate? This is a thin line between ignorance and downright stupidity and the line is just about obliterated to the point that one is indistinguishable from the other.
Regardless of the decision, what would happen if the people were silent? What would happen if they simply cried tears of joy or sorrow, went home, picked up the pieces and said, "let's not let this happen again. Let's do something that will bring about a change, a change for the better"?
Sound 'pie in the sky' to you? Fine. Please don't get upset then if one of the business owners, hospitals, churches, museums or any on the list of 70 feels the need to protect their business, or themselves.
It has been so long that I do not remember exactly what it was, but I believe it had something to do with not getting caught up in the messiness of the world.
But this thing in Ferguson, Missouri has me perplexed....
I will not go over all the details. I think anyone who has even briefly walked past a newscast or read a newspaper, or been on some social media site knows the story....or stories.
The governor of the "show me" state has already declared a state of emergency waiting for the outcome of whether or not the policeman involved will go to trial. The reports say regardless of the decision, rioting is expected. The local businesses are already boarding up their store windows and doors while still trying to do, or stay, in business.
I ran across an article posted by Gateway Pundit that stated "the Justice for Mike Brown Ferguson protest group released its list of potential targets following the decision by the St. Louis County Courthouse on the Mike Brown case."
This list has 70 targets of potential action. Seven of the names on the list are hospitals. Some are churches. The art museum is on the list, as well as shopping centers and the Lambert Airport.
At the end of the article there is a quote. It does not give the name of the person who said it, but this is how it reads, "Rioting and looting are the tools of those without a voice. The rioting and looting, while I didn't participate in it, was necessary. Without it we would not be standing here today."
Let me see if I understand this. If something makes me mad, I have the right to go into my local businesses, the places that actually help make my community a community, and trash their establishment. Also, while I'm there, I can take whatever I please. It may be a big screen TV or ten pairs of expensive shoes, but I'm mad and I have no other way, or means, to get my point across. I can burn, loot, pilfer to my heart's delight and further more, I'm not going to help clean up the mess.
A thin line between love and hate? This is a thin line between ignorance and downright stupidity and the line is just about obliterated to the point that one is indistinguishable from the other.
Regardless of the decision, what would happen if the people were silent? What would happen if they simply cried tears of joy or sorrow, went home, picked up the pieces and said, "let's not let this happen again. Let's do something that will bring about a change, a change for the better"?
Sound 'pie in the sky' to you? Fine. Please don't get upset then if one of the business owners, hospitals, churches, museums or any on the list of 70 feels the need to protect their business, or themselves.
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