Posted 09-20-2004 at 05:28:38
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My son, baby Jade's father, called Tuesday and asked if I had my bag packed and to let me know we would be leaving eary the next morning. He's 34 and has this thing for bow-hunting. Also, he has a strong bond with the son of my boyhood chum and cousin.
We left out at about 4 AM on Wednesday and headed south to the place where I was born in the mountains of western North Carolina. About 10 am we stopped for breakfast at a pancake house about 190 miles from Bristol. and this is the first of many smile making incidents which we encountered on the trip. Now, the place not only served food but they offered for sale, bottles of various flavored syrup. One of which was Boosenberry. Well sir, I tried some on my pancakes and decided to buy some to take to some of the people we'd be visiting. So, after we finished breakfast I picked up three bottles from the shelf and carried them to the checkout register.
Now the very nice lady at the counter only had two bags in which to put the bottles. So, she went into the back for more. While she was gone, my son carried the first two to the car. When she returned she placed the third bottle into the bag and squeezed the top tightly around the neck and when she handed it to me she said, "It looks like a likker poke, dont it"? And, we both laughed. It had been a long time since I'd heard a paper bag called a poke. And, I'd almost forgot about bootleg whiskey in brown paper bags.
If my wife will grant me the time, over the next few days, I'll write about a few of the interesting thing we did on this trip. But, it'll have to be in-be-tween cleaning up from the hard winds that followed in the wake of Ivan. We had a couple of twisters near hear. Couple of people died.
Y'all have a good day and don't be swayed. stick to what you know is right and not what someone wants you to believe.......gfp