This is a photo from the end of my driveway. A thunderstorm was brewing, and the evening breeze was cool.
I'm home from Louisiana - for now. I hope I won't be called back, but will go if necessary.
I woke this morning, made some coffee, thought about breakfast, and made some S.O.S. For those that don't know what this is, it's browned pan sausage and cream gravy served on a biscuit.
We had a front overnight, so the temperature is in the fifties, and the clouds are still thick.
I plan on writing about my travels around where I was working in Louisiana. The surrounding area is interesting, full of history, and dynamics of commerce are well represented by what's there, what's gone, and what's just barely hanging on.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.