I am scared to touch the ingredients so I relax by locking the door and turning on the music.
The celery looms,
the shrimp thaws,
the crab claws,
a hen submerged while broth is made.
I promise it will be there tomorrow.
Thank goodness the secret ingredient has a sense of humor. ha.
If you want to come then you'll have to phone Mom.
For some reason she's not answering the phone when I call.
He is a hurricane and introduces himself as a dreamer. It's obvious he's also a thinker which is something you would like in your mayor. City hall is a strong gust of wind swirling into plans, maps, articles, information, hope, two lakes, a river. It's refreshing to hear a leader care.
We got past the handshake before we even met.
I think I may have been presented an opportunity.
After three hours of that man you realize you don't know what happened.
It's a good strategy yet you get the feeling it's not a game.
It's him and I respect that.
I'm wearing my Tilley hat. It got Slater and me through both New Mexico and Sipsey Wilderness.
Watch out, Jason.
Both gumbos great, the fellowship divine.
Or I don't know.
I'll report back here tomorrow.
Today I am grateful for the way we play.
One more song since it's Saturday.
These guys played in Memphis last night.
If you went to the show I don't want to hear about it.