Paris, Tennessee is the county seat of Henry County and is home to the “World’s Biggest Fish Fry”.
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I stopped by Georgia Boys BBQ on my way back from a haircut. It’s located in an industrial area, in a small house, two doors down from a small auto repair place. When I entered, they had a big chalk board with today’s “meats” (pulled pork, ribs, brisket, burnt ends, . . .) and sides (BBQ beans, slaw, mashers and gravy, . . .). Their drinks include Mexican Coke, Mexican Sprite, Mexican Fanta, Cheerwine, and sweet tea. The portions are too huge for me to have tried dessert, but it looked pretty good (key lime pie, bread pudding).
Another definitely excellent cuisine stop in Longmont.
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I hate to link to a commercial plug, but this amazing bird was first built 60 years ago: “The records set are many: The Blackbird was and remains the world’s fastest and highest-flying manned aircraft. On its retirement flight from Los Angeles to Washington in 1990, to its final resting place in the Smithsonian Air & Space collection, the plane flew coast to coast in 67 minutes.”
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Women in underwear are objects. Men in underwear are people.
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Elisa discusses Perloff’s essay in the Boston Review, distinguishing between epiphanies and profundities. I’ve often rolled my eyes at (dum-dum-dee-dum) conclusive lines at a poem’s end. There are also times when I’ve been moved by a line, like the final two in Sharon Olds’ Feared Drowned:
Once you lose someone it is never exactly
the same person who comes back.
Perhaps to some, that same line is a pointless epiphany. Hmm.
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How to make snail porridge.
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No Comment: “As a member of the Hall of Famous Missourians, Limbaugh will have a bronze bust on display at the Capitol along side president Harry Truman, Mark Twain, and Walt Disney.”
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I don’t really want to know what this does.
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I went on a 20 mile ride. The light was fabulous and on the way we passed a horse rescue farm, an alpaca ranch, a cemetery that seemed to be inhabited by goats, and all manner of country manors. The Divine Ms. Jackie could not attend as she had a 2-hour commute to overcome to get to Longmont. But many of the regulars showed up and a few of the slower riders and in the end, we all finished by drinking 400-Pound Monkeys at Left Hand Brewery.
Let’s see, right now I should be in California. I am posting this in advance so it seems a little funny, but I think that’s right.