Imagine my surprise when I opened the carton of baby back ribs at Hog Heaven Bar-B-Q.  They were ribs, all right.  Baby ones . . . looked like they had been harvested from a frog with an organ donor card that lost a fistfight with a Mack truck.  Portion size is just another odyssey facing those of us with fortune deficit. So when I saw that someone paid $2 million to have lunch with Warren Buffet I had a spell of indignant indigestion.

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News reports say NASA scientist had a celebration this week.  Their Mars Lander stirred up some dust.  Dust-stirring is a science for most government agencies, but seldom is there an extra-terrestrial dusting.  I’ll admit the whole Mars thing is a bit astronomical for someone like me.  I’ve always viewed the galaxies as simply yard lights for the Man in the Moon.

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Sometimes the news is handed to you on a plate.  Frederic J. Baur died several days ago, and as he requested, part of his cremated remains were placed in a Pringles can.  No, this wasn’t his only option; it was his decision. Baur, a Ph.D. Presbyterian, held the patent on the popular plastic-topped potato chip container. You might say he poured himself into his work.  In fact there are voluminous Web sites that use the good doctor’s creation as raw material for arts and crafts designs.  It may rank up there with the Popsicle stick as having attended more Vacation Bible Schools than a crocheted cross.

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