If you want a sense of what it is like for a well educated, smart man riding on a coastwise tanker, the site is HAWSEPIPER: The Longest Climb. Evidently someone got close enough to Paul to smell the turducken on his breath.
Don't read it if the image of shit in your cornflakes or reading that Paul thinks his shipmates are warming their thumbs offends you.
By the way, it is my view that the epitome of fine dining is a cold baked bean sandwich or a meal that includes bread that comes in a can. It got to be better then turd ucken.
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Oh, God, brown bread in a can! I co-taught a field botany class in Downeast Maine when I was in grad school, and my list of demands for going on the weeklong trip to Baxter state park was canned brown bread with every dinner. Can't find it in Boston.
B& M brown bread in a can in all the stores in RI
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