Sit down, shut up and eat.

In "The River Calls" blog, we'll talk about the life of the lumberjacks here in Northern Minnesota a long time ago. They were a tough lot, but even tougher were the camp cooks. The men came into the cook shack and found a spot to sit. The food was brought to their table in huge bowls and platters. Fresh bread was always on the menu.

The cooks would not tolerate any conversation at the tables. You were expected to eat and leave quietly.

There was always butter on the table too, but it was a little hard to get at. You see, it was in the shape of a ball and frozen solid. So if you tried to get a little butter for your bread, all it did was spin in the bowl.

Stop in when you can. We'll try to bring you a little tidbit of the inside of "therivercalls". My books are available at www.peaceriverbooks.com and amazon.com.

Thanks for stopping. See you tomorrow?
Ron