I run inta a heap a fine, generous folks over the last few days. On the Brazos, me'n the High Sheriff finally got Ronnie ta pull over fer vittles. I went fer the fancy sardines, but he sez ta put that stuff away cuz Frito pie iz comin' up. He put a big can of chili on hiz stove 'n pulled out a bag of Fritos...even had some fancy metal spoons. Then he pulled out some more bags.....one fulla chopped onion, one full grated cheese 'n one fulla jalapenos. He tole Sondra ta pick out only mild ones. I reckon she missed one 'n I ate on it some each meal til the hoodoochie tore up our camp. No tellin' where them jalapenos ended up. It looked like a junkyard with tables 'n boats blowed everwhere, cups, bottles, bags, cameras, shoes, plates, fishin' gear, etc. Frum now on, when it comes time ta turn in, I aim ta keep my shoes inside 'n lay everthin' else down flat in case hell drops by agin lookin' fer Chuck. Now, if I go on a expedishun without the Master of Flowbizness, I mite not worry quite so much. [chuckle]
Keith 'n seedtick went way outta their way in Denham Springs on my account. Even passed up supper 'n took me ta see a Bass Pro Shop. I kin only stay inside a place like that bout 15 minutes, but it wuz like walkin' in with movie stars. All them folks who work inside that place called 'em by name 'n the first thing I seen when we come in the door wuz this 6'x4' pichur of Keith with that shotgun. [I seen it on here one day, but in person it iz mitey dang big.] Two mitey fine lookin' homemade pirogues wuz then next big display. They had a heap a pichurs of seedtick's kin on the walls too....none of 'em the kind ya see down ta the postal office. [grin]
The next mornin', they went ta askin' bout what I wanted ta eat, coffee 'n such. I tole 'em I like ta eat grits 'n eggs...mebbe some bacon. I figgered we might met up somewhere like the Low Gap General Store fer breakfast. Well, Keith calls seedtick 'n drives us over ta see hiz house, shop, tools, ole stuff frum way back 'n a ole time coffee pot that Keith used ta fix some coffee. seedtick 'n hiz bride dont drink it, but they had some Community coffee jest fer visitors....I reckon.] MItey fine treatment, even come away with some new Cajun seasonin' that seedtick claims beats Zatarains. I aim ta test that stuff some this week.
The whole time I wuz there, they dropped everthin' ta show me round. I even seen some pry bars on the wall of Keith's shop. I had clean fergot bout 'em. Besides a hammer 'n both kinds of screwdrivers, I am purty good with one of 'em. Tore a heap a stuff apart.
All them fellas done purty good when it come ta women. Seems that all of 'em put up with quite a bit 'n keep a smile their faces. I reckon Miz Bear puts up with quite a bit herownself. [chuckle]
regards
bearridge
ps Nobody topped piper 'n Miz Diane.
Woodrow Call: What do you want legs for anyway? You don't like to do nothing but sit on the porch and drink whiskey!
Gus McCrae: I like to kick a pig every once in a while. How would I do that?
