
You Do, or You Don't
There is no in between. You are an oyster eater or your not.

I am an oyster eater. My father encouraged me and I took right to them. I'll eat them raw, steamed or stewed. I ate fried oysters the other day.
We are in the peak of the season and I'm loving oysters.
I am not a fan of Pacific oysters, they are too big. I avoid Gulf oysters because they have to process the waste water from ⅓ of the United States via the Mississippi River.
From New York to North Carolina are the best oysters. NC oysters are very small and salty but fantastic. Virginia's Chesapeake' are legendary. New York's blue points are the stuff of fine dining.
Thank you Earth and our creator for oysters.

I am an oyster eater. My father encouraged me and I took right to them. I'll eat them raw, steamed or stewed. I ate fried oysters the other day.
We are in the peak of the season and I'm loving oysters.
I am not a fan of Pacific oysters, they are too big. I avoid Gulf oysters because they have to process the waste water from ⅓ of the United States via the Mississippi River.
From New York to North Carolina are the best oysters. NC oysters are very small and salty but fantastic. Virginia's Chesapeake' are legendary. New York's blue points are the stuff of fine dining.
Thank you Earth and our creator for oysters.
Close to the Edge
This Is Real
My Mom and Dad
80 Days
Nurshing Homes
You never see these people in public because they are in nursing homes, on deck to die.
They wait. They eat. They poop. They sleep. Then they do it all over again until something in their body stops. Then they die.
Their mind has long since moved out. Yet the body survives.
And so that was our visit today.
They wait. They eat. They poop. They sleep. Then they do it all over again until something in their body stops. Then they die.
Their mind has long since moved out. Yet the body survives.
And so that was our visit today.
I Don't Much Care for November
Leaves....everywhere. Shit falling daily and it must be dealt with.
It's dark. Gloomy.
The football and food is good. Heavier foods make their way to me and I dream of pie.
The business year is winding down and I start thinking about taxes.
I do sleep very well in November.
It's dark. Gloomy.
The football and food is good. Heavier foods make their way to me and I dream of pie.
The business year is winding down and I start thinking about taxes.
I do sleep very well in November.
I Voted
I forced myself this time. I really am so disgusted with our federal, state, and local government that I hesitated. But in the end, I voted.
Over the years three guys that I was passionate about won. The rest, I just held my nose and voted.
Over the years three guys that I was passionate about won. The rest, I just held my nose and voted.
Award of Excellence
The annual Duke Hunnicutt Poultry Institutes Award of Excellence for 2014.

A dedicated individual engaged fine outdoor cooking. Here we see his footman tending to the dinner fire.

A typical supper for this individual. Built from potatoes, chicken, and fire.

After the fire roasting and required resting.

And this years winner is.......Phfrankie Bondo.

A dedicated individual engaged fine outdoor cooking. Here we see his footman tending to the dinner fire.

A typical supper for this individual. Built from potatoes, chicken, and fire.

After the fire roasting and required resting.

And this years winner is.......Phfrankie Bondo.
Fingers - On Getting Old
This is Way Cool
A Busy Friday
I have this little shed down in my pasture. The roof is good but the wind break walls had seen their better day.

It is about 40 years old so say what you will, it is still standing and it survived hurricane Hugo.

Got it all stripped down.

It's really pretty down here.

We burnt the scrapes.

So far it's looking good.


It is about 40 years old so say what you will, it is still standing and it survived hurricane Hugo.

Got it all stripped down.

It's really pretty down here.

We burnt the scrapes.

So far it's looking good.

And Suddenly, It Is Winter
Just like that. Gone are sunlight and warm balmy days.
Tomorrow, 48 degrees, rain, howling wind, and an hour of sun lost to the stroke of a pen.
This will be the first sanctioned Evelyn Wilson weekend in a while, and we are planning to enjoy it.
Tomorrow, 48 degrees, rain, howling wind, and an hour of sun lost to the stroke of a pen.
This will be the first sanctioned Evelyn Wilson weekend in a while, and we are planning to enjoy it.
Game day
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