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Aug. 5th, 2007
I do believe, I do declare, mercy me.
Luncheon today was as follows: chilled ham with red potato salad and iced tea, followed by scratch-made pound cake involving strategic hints of rum.
Anymore Southern, this fare could not get. With the exception of certain fruits Yankees are convinced have racist overtones. (I had never even HEARD that until I was twenty-two, from a guy who used to live in Rock-somethingorother, Michigan.)
Lordy be.
Oh. Full recordings from old player-piano rolls. HURRY UP AND GET HERE. Rags and cakewalk and saloon airs with slight chance of barbershop = true. Common domain, I love you so much.
Luncheon today was as follows: chilled ham with red potato salad and iced tea, followed by scratch-made pound cake involving strategic hints of rum.
Anymore Southern, this fare could not get. With the exception of certain fruits Yankees are convinced have racist overtones. (I had never even HEARD that until I was twenty-two, from a guy who used to live in Rock-somethingorother, Michigan.)
Lordy be.
Oh. Full recordings from old player-piano rolls. HURRY UP AND GET HERE. Rags and cakewalk and saloon airs with slight chance of barbershop = true. Common domain, I love you so much.