John Steinbeck rolls over in his grave

It was a picture perfect day at the National Steinbeck Center in Salinas, California.

The walk through the John Steinbeck Exhibition Hall was awe inspiring. I was beating myself up over having read only The Grapes of Wrath, which left me unable to fully appreciate and enjoy the wonderful exhibits showcasing the richness of his writings and characters from his other masterpieces such as Cannery Row, East of Eden, Of Mice and Men and The Winter of Our Discontent, just to mention a few.

Then we walked over the Robobank Agriculture Museum which is also housed inside the Center. The pamphlet promises "the stories of the Salinas Valley 'from field to fork.'"

Couldn't hurt to learn more about the birthplace of one of the world's greatest literary giants, could it? Besides, he was one of our very own, California's native son. Take that, Charles Dickens!

Here is a blurb about the role of telegraph back in the day. It reads (emphasis mine), "there were more Western Union messagaes sent from Salinas."



You know, the man this museum is said to honor was only a Nobel Prize winner in Literature, not the national spelling bee contest winner.

A couple of more gems for you here.



It should read, "most produce," not product. And what is the deal with the incomplete sentence?

As I said, the man the Center is named after was only a Nobel Prize winner in Literature, not in Proofreading.

Here is a picture of an exhibit in Spanish. I am sure it is riddled with typos. Give me a few weeks to brush up on my Spanish. I'll find them for you.