Paul P.,
Some times I feel like people here are watching me or reading my mind.
2 weeks ago I was at a friends house named Chad. When I left Chad's house and logged on here. Rick writes "say hello to Chad." I had just then left Chads house. The past two hours I have been figuring out how to get my motorcycle in the back of my truck so I can go to deep creek with it.
But it's OK, I refuse to get in a pickle over this.
Step right in it's around the back ... just 8 miles past the railroad tracks.
I dout if anyone here knows about Alice's restaurant down in Muscoy. That is just West of San Bernardino. It is a soul food place in the black neighborhood there. I am gonna check to see if it is still there. I only went there once and ate some good chicken and grits. Black people don't take kindly to white people with southern accents in their restaurants. But, I love grits more than they hate.
Happy hot potting !