by Max Brantley
I'm busy cooking, so I'll close out early with an open line. Photo, according to the message, was taken by a passenger who was on the Asiana Airlines Boeing 777 that crash-landed at the San Francisco International Airport. The message was posted, with locator map, on Path, a social media service for exchanging photos and texts by mobile phone, and Twitter by a "digital media guy" named David Eun. It promptly was recirculated to millions:
I just crash landed at SFO. Tail ripped off. Most everyone seems fine. I'm ok. Surreal...
— David Eun at San Francisco International Airport (SFO) (Airport)
UPDATE: Why I love Arkansas in July.
1) You can still get good blackberries. And I did make that cobbler. (No need to comment on the lack of artistry in the crust. Believe me, it tastes just fine.) The blackberries came from the Wye Mountain farm people who have a stand at the Hillcrest Farmers Market.
2) And then there are tomatoes. I can't improve on what Jim Powell wrote every year about Arkansas tomatoes. But I can eat them. Lots of them. These are the organically grown masterpieces from publisher Alan Leveritt's farm in northern Pulaski County. I buy them just like you can. He dropped 23 boxes at Edwards Food Giant in the Tanglewood Shopping Center. I'm not kissing up to him when I say they're worth the $4.99 a pound. You can see the juice went everywhere as I trimmed them for dinner, an all-Arkansas lineup. Petit Jean ham; cole slaw; crookneck squash casserole, homemade yeast rolls; sweet pepper relish and, who knows, maybe I'll boil up a few ears of an unexpected afternoon arrival of sweet corn from Scott. Yarnell's Real Vanilla will top the cobbler, but I still wish they'd bring back Angel Food.