I am in deep doo-doo. It’s a long story, so I’ll start at the beginning. I was having some frustrations with repairs to The Coach and with my new Windows 8 computer, which was not connecting to the Wi-Fi at the RV shop. My Lovely Bride took pity on me and said, “I’m going to run out and get some salmon for dinner.” She is so considerate and sweet; she knows that salmon is one of my favorite meals. So, off she goes… meanwhile, I walked the puppies in their favorite rabbit hunting ground. 
We had just returned to our home on wheels when Suzanne returned from Safeway with a big smile on her face. “I’ve got dinner under control. You go sit down and have a glass of wine.” Well, this was going to be a treat. A few minutes later, the dinner bell rang, and we sat down to a feast. Perfectly prepared salmon, spinach and Asiago cheese-sprinkled bread… a meal fit for a king. As we were eating, Suzanne mentioned what a bargain the Keta salmon was… she even asked the fishmonger if it was overdate or anything, because she had never seen salmon marked down to $2.00/pound (this particular type was normally $7.99). He replied that, no, it was fine, they had just over-ordered, and their customers were reaping the benefits of their mistake. Great! I said to her, “Keta salmon… I’m not familiar with that particular fish…” So, I looked it up on Google right in the middle of the meal. (MISTAKE #1)
I shared with her the Wikipedia entry for “Keta salmon (Oncorhynchus keta), also known as chum or dog salmon, the least commercially valuable salmon. Despite being extremely plentiful in Alaska, commercial fishermen often choose NOT to fish for them because of their low market value…” Also, it’s what the Eskimos used to feed their dogs before Alpo arrived in Univik. (MISTAKE #2)
On a brighter note, while Suzanne was giving a reading the other day, I was dispatched to REI (Recreational Equipment, Inc., an “outdoorsy stuff” co-op) to get her a new toy. She has been complaining about the bike rack we have been using for the past couple of years. She said the bikes were “all kerschlimmel,” which is allegedly Pennsylvania Dutch for hanging crooked and looking like the Beverly Hillbillies. While we were at an Estes Park trailhead, she saw just the kind she’s always wanted. (Great, I thought, recalling the old Navy saying… “Better is the enemy of good enough…”). After navigating terrible weekend traffic on I-25 and then in downtown Denver, I arrived at REI, purchased and loaded a new Thule platform-style bike rack. Here is Biker Babe admiring the newly-installed equipment on our toad. 
Speaking of redneck paraphernalia, I found this business just a half mile from where The Coach is being repaired. Was finding this sign “a synchronicity”, or just “a sign”? Hmmmm…. 
Next, a “Tale of Two Oreos”… My Lovely Bride recalled from our last trip to Canada that I had really enjoyed the different taste of Oreos made in that part of North America. So, on visit to Alberta, she bought three packages of Canadian Double-Stuffed Oreos. “What difference can their be?”, you ask? Well, as an Oreo Expert Class V, I can affirm that they are very different. Of course, they share the same “baker” or “manufacturer”, depending on your level of gastronomic selectivity. 
However, Canadian Oreos (also known as “biscuits sandwichs au chocolat” to our French-speaking neighbors, and sandwiches de galletas de chocolate to our Hispanic neighbors… dontcha love political correctness in packaging?) shown on the left are smaller and slightly sweeter, and the cookie part much more dense than their American counterparts at right. “How dense?”, you ask? 
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Jennifer
That red-neck trailer sign is too funny, TY….
They should have one of those in NC….