I will be on the scene in Tupelo tomorrow to see the former President Clinton speak at the Tupelo Furniture Market. Not to mention, we are going to eat some good ole fried catfish. That will be two nights in a row for me, but what do I expect I am on a Clinton tour through Mississippi. My brain has run wild with fantasy visions of the Big Dog knocking back a cold one and slaying some catfish while talking to me. I can hear his voice say, "Hey Bubba, pass me a few of them hush puppies and little more slaw, will ya?"
I will post Friday night post-event if possible. My folks live in the stone age, or at least last century when it comes to technology.
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