So everybody’s all pissed off about today’s game. But , aside that, I read this and I’m laughing and wetting my pants laughing, completely incontinent and incompetent. The next line is urine trouble. But that’s silly.
I knew some restaurants as you describe. One was the oasis in Greenville in the dark days where we met a professor of Asian studies. A Furman man. We christened one friend penna after the oasis, as in penicillin.
I think back to my spring break in 1977. Having a Pabst with billy carter in plains. Stops in Tipton, adel, and Dothan.
I usually take bears advice about all things southern. But I bypassed Decatur and spent the night in milledgeville.
English 12 with Willard pate. I’m barely awake, snot running out of my nose, scratching myself. Up late playing hearts or putting golf balls for money all night in e dorm or setting the place on fire or racing mice or rabbits down the hall.
Willard assigns and I read good country people and I’m hooked. She takes a liking to me cause I’m just a young Jersey punk and maybe she just feels sorry for me.
That was Furman then.
And so like after over 40 years i finally get to see where the magic happened.
Oh and the place didn’t dissapoint. It’s beautiful.
The princess didn’t want to wait for the tours to open.
As the Beatles sang. I’ll be back.
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FUBeAR wrote: ↑Fri Mar 19, 2021 12:10 pm
The Jackal wrote: ↑Fri Mar 19, 2021 11:53 am
H&H is still the only restaurant I've been in where you walk through the kitchen to pay. Health inspector may just skip that place.
Has not been configured like that since 2012...could have been that way in the past.
You'd eat, walk to the kitchen, and pay Mama Louise (cash, of course) sitting in the back.
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