ANOTHER BEACH FOR THE BEACH-HOPPER
This one's on Hatteras Island, a narrow sliver of land hanging off the North Carolina coast. I'm not specializing in beach art now, although if i laid off the large ladies, I could make a living at it, judging from the plethoribus of galleries lining the highway down there. But "making a living" seems to be a concept beyond my grasp. Grits! It's time for some grits. And butter beans.
Sparky Donatello
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true grit
GRITS Girls Raised in The South
Butter Beans! After complaining to the Donut Dinette that nobody in this southern place served them, they put them on the menu for TWO weeks. Butter Beans.... Grits. I have a long story about grits.
Let's hear it. We're not going anywhere.
Donut Dinette??
It's wrong to drive on the beach. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Little creatures live there. Duh. You want somebody doin' wheelies in YOUR kitchen?!
Donut Dinette: http://www.flickr.com/photos/girlymusic/1262321553/
and yes, Catherine, I would love for someone to be doing wheelies in my kitchen. It would mean: I have company!
Aw-right! Party at Sparky's, Friday night at seven! Come and bring a friend and something to eat, drink and share. Oh, and cat toys.
Have decided for now the "Grits" story might be too self-serving, ie. has to be framed in such a way as to cleanse all my activities in the piece, and not sure if that can be done. It's like waiting to mail that letter til next pony rider, as Jefferson advised. Am working on "Grits II".