On my dusty nook of accomplishments, I proudly place Fish Chowder.

In an act of extreme pluckiness on my part, I ordered and ate a bowl of Fish Chowder while out and about in DC.

Not at my hotel.

Not on my way back to my room.

Nope, I did it while in the middle of a Smithsonian Museum where any type of stomach issue would have proven ruinous to my clunker of a brain.

Yes, it was an audacious act of pluck.

So, scooch over 8^th Grade Spelling Bee Trophy. An empty bowl of chowder has earned a place on my cranny of spoils.

Until tomorrow…

Still the Fool, Chloe