Shindig at the Park

Sorry for being so late. Hollis went to Jackson and got tied up until late this evening.
Saturday night we had quite a shindig at the park. Once again my Atlanta cousin brung me along. We got a guy around here who can cook catfish to beat the band. He uses what they call a thin breading and that way you get more flavor. They had slaw, french fries, chicken strips, and a whole bunch of desserts, including bread pudding. The drinks were what we called soft drinks unless you brung your own hooch.
I ain't been drinking for a lot of years and I just watched other peoples boozing it up. Nobody got drunk or nothing, just had a good time. After we ate, a local entertainer gave us a treat. He's a poet, song writer, comic, singer, advocate against breast cancer, and presidential advisor. We all laughed a lot and a few was
brung up to the stage to help him with a song about a hound dog (not the Elvis one.) We said good night and drove back to where ever we was staying. Of course, I went back to Harper since it's right up to road.
Tomorrow: Church and the Last Lunch

Hollis' book read in 2010:
Saturday - Surgery, squash games, home robbery; just another day in London