Beau Wann, Jr.

Well, thar she is folks, sunup today, shortest day of the yeuh, foist day of winter. Of course, just after I took this picture at 7:20AM, (official sunup was at 7:17) 4 really long necked gooses, (any language for geese) crossed right in front of me. "WOW" I thought, that would make a really good picture! Well, I had a camera, and except for being brain dead, it sure would have been a great picture. I have missed a lot of good pics just standing there admiring what I was seeing. Now you know why I'm not Ansel Adams, or even a distant cousin.
Hey Scotty, you remember my story on Duson, La.? What a phenomenal recollector you is are is. Was the Four Roses Cafe, store, car wash still there? Man, that was almost half century ago when I went through that small burg. Wonderful French lady chef there. What she could do to shrimp should have won her the pulitzer prize for cooking, and I dont even like shripm. She was the Ms Kahla, Ms Blount, Ms Simpson of the culinary woild.
Welcome back Scotty, glad you are safe in Katy. I saved a snowball for you and for all the folks that didnt get to see the snow, like Diane, who was in working with her mom. I have the snowball in the freezer! WHAT? It's perfectly normal to save the first snowball of the first snowfall of the yeuh in ones freezer...what's a freezer for anyhoo? Come on folks, where have you been hiding, in the snow?

here it is, the infamous snowball, tucked in there with the Blue Bell ahscream.
That's another thing, you can go to any "snowbank" and check out all the snow that has fallen for a millenia or 3. Me, myself and ah, have been looking for the so called "snowbanks", and so far havent been able to locate one, but I know they exist because I've hoid it on the gnus, "some lady skidded into a snowbank"....see, so ahm not looney....ok, maybe I am!
"Help me Rhonda, hep hep me Rhonda, hep me Rhonda, Hep hep me Rhonda...." oh lawd, someone shoot me! My little pea brain has been singing that song for a week now, night and day, and I havent even heard it in a blue moon or two. I dont even know anyone neamed Rhonda...I know Ronna, a fine lady, and Tonda, another fine lady, but never not a Rhonda no how! I have had Christmas music on now since before Thanksgiving, and yet "Hep me Rhonda" is still bangink arouhd in my punkin haid.
"On the 13th day of Christmas, I gave myself to me, "13 Rhondas a surfin"...dont think that's quite right, but what the hey!
I really got on here just to say hi, you know, a short message, like I allus do! Oh well, "id est quo id est".
Guess I'll resign for now, go outside with tthe pups and see if I can find the elusive "Rhonda" so she can Hep me of course. Oh, here's an aside, (I just wont get off here will I) do you know who wrote the song "What a wonderful world"? Nope, wrong, not Mozart, or Beethoven, or John, Paul, George and Ringo, but close, very close.
Given a guess or two, I would have thought it would have been Carol King, who wrote just about every song out there, her and Paul Anka, but no, it was, DRUM ROLL PLEASE.....BILLY PRESTON and DENNIS WILSON of the Beach Boys. Well, Billy Preston was not a beach boy, but he and Dennis collaborated and came up with an iconic song. Cool huh! Yeah, I thought yould think it was.
Ok, I believe I was singing off wasnt I. Keep the sun at your six and your snowballs in the freezer...
Your frien and walking encyclopedia and bibliophile....Sir Cephus T. Magillicutty esq
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