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...show for our weekly tennis match. Message says dog ate his racket. Donny Osmond towel snaps me around locker room--wouldn't have tried that a couple of years ago. Ten to one, Eisner...
...went to meet some of these people when my editors decided they'd like me to eat the kind of food that Lewis and Clark ate. This was not the subtlest of the many ways in which they have tried to kill me, but it's a soft job market. I talked to Leandra Holland, a woman writing a book on the food history of Lewis and Clark and the author of "Preserving Food on the Trail," a recent cover story in We Proceeded On, the journal for serious Lewis and Clark obsessives. Holland and some...
Like any other group of the obsessed, Lewis-and-Clarkheads like to display their obscure knowledge by arguing over factoids, which creates a menu issue. There is a bitter disagreement over how much meat the explorers ate each day. One camp sticks to the commonly believed nine-pounds-a-day-per-person theory, while the other camp puts its estimates closer to three. Philosophically, the nine-pounders are vested in the fantasy that the explorers were dreamy, testosterone-packed macho men, while the three-pounders like to believe they were more like themselves. Leandra is firmly in the nine-pound...
...hell out of here." Photographer Jose Azel spent 25 nights in motel rooms and drove 4,500 miles to bring you a photo gallery of the people you might meet along the trail. Writer Joel Stein was the bravest of all, sampling the same fat-laden cuisine the explorers ate as he crouched by a Montana campfire...
...shield to protect them, their children emigrated to England or Australia. Those that stayed discovered that after shutting out the cruelties of the world, they'd cut themselves off from its riches too. The place had no industry and was simply too small and isolated to sustain itself. Mold ate at the bungalows and neglect swallowed the tennis courts and swimming pools. The dream of an Anglo-Indian Eden soured like milky tea in the afternoon...