In article >,
"Bob (this one)" > wrote:
(snip) I went
> inside to get more stuff; I wasn't hungry, but he was. We sat out there
> for a good hour, eating, talking, laughing. I had one of my guys wrap up
> a good package of food for him, including maybe a dozen feet. Later, the
> kitchen folks said they'd dropped $25 in the bag, too. My kitchen
> manager said, "And we only took $10 out of the register to put in
> there." Wonderful day...
>
> > You heathen! Oh, wait -- that's
> > probably me.
>
> Um, prolly both of us.
>
> Pastorio

Good story. As kids on the farm we used to fight over the feet and you
should hear Sister Julie when I tell her I've bought some. Envy Green.
I'm thinking of telling her about the place a mile from her that sells
them. Nah, maybe another time. I had some pictures - ok, I found them
and just stuck them back on my website. These are pics of uncooked
feet. When we were kids we used to pull the tendon that makes them flex
and pretend we were going to claw each other. Simple pleasures, simple
times, simple-tons.
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http://www.jamlady.eboard.com, updated 10-20-05 with a note from Niece Jo.