This week will be a little different, y’all. I’m currently in south Louisiana, fixin’ to head to Birmingham for the evening. But yesterday I went home again.
I haven’t been down the road in 23 years. Back to Buras, Louisiana. I’ve seen a couple of my friends from home over the years, but I just haven’t been down there. You can go home again, you know. Even if you don’t recognize a single thing. The people make the place.
My friend Sandy is married to a fisherman, so lunch was to DIE for.
And my friend Denise came down to visit.
My pastor and his wife, aging as they are, came for lunch. I wish I had photos. It was lovely just to see and talk with them again. Y’all, it has just been GOOD. Very good.
Now! Let me go! Time to head to Bark World and the Jones Natural Chews booth! And maybe next year I’ll go home again. Again.
Until I write again …