First draft, fragmentary
First draft, fragmentary
Ahh, the wonderful swings of global warming weather. In the 20s one night, in the mid-60s the next. It got me one sunset fog that gave interesting light on the way home from the office. It was warm enough to get a couple of walks during lunch break.
Friday night, Kitty and I hustled to Little Washington quickly after work. We went to Williamston to the Sunnyside Oyster Bar--one of those old institutions of Eastern North Carolina. We were seeing Bill Lyerly play there. Bill’s back in the country for a few weeks and playing around some. Look for a honky tonk gallery in a few days (after I get the NC Mason put to bed).
Not
quite
today
Tuesday, January 31, 2012