Prestoni'sPlace

Rambles of a demented soul. Leading a quiet life on the rock, with dogs and chickens. Have been on the planet almost 7 decades. Born in the depression, been through some more in better times, but have survived pretty much intact physically. Born an artist, have done music, art, drafting, cooking at various times in sequential decades. I am fascinated with geology, and consider myself a fossil...... will die an artist. Artists don't retire. Nothing to retire from!!!!!!

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Rain



This was the scene described on the previous blog everybody a bit distracted, Josh and Serge gazing out of the photo, while Kevin is enjoying his smoke. Then, while waiting on the Classic Case performance, we head to the wonderfully funky Boiling Pot., for refreshment. Kevin gets the crawdads. Did they not spell them cray-fish? at one time? I seem to remember uncovering these little lobster looking things in NC from under rocks in the brooks. They did not look like the Louisiana crustacea from the bayous of the New Orleans region. They came brilliant red and dumped on the table steaming.


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1 Comments:

At 12:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

all my x's live in texas- my futures tooo. just not this time...

 

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