It is the third of June once again. However, weather forecasts indicate that this will not be a dusty Delta day. Attempting to chop cotton would likely get one mired in “gumbo mud”. Baling hay is also contra-indicated. Might not be a bad time to see what’s playing at the Carroll County picture show…
A video of the oh so sultry Bobbie Gentry.
Hey, Oakminister - when you come in for dinner, remember to wipe your feet.
Are we supposed to jump off a bridge or something?
[sub]I might if I don’t get some coffee.[/sub]
Remember Brother Taylor’s coming for dinner on Sunday!
Hmm, anyone else know that Robby Benson has been married to Karla DaVito since 1982?
Though not as universally recognized, lauded and revered, this is the 25th anniversary of Zoe’s and my meeting face-to-face for the first time, after three months of electronic conversations.
It was at IHOP. That IHOP had been removed from the vacant lot it was on, but we did get a menu from there shortly before it was torn down.
Strange how the two occasions have fused in my mind all these years and that it takes that song to make it easy to remember. Marrying on New Year’s Day was also a memory aid.
I am not going anywhere near Chop Chop Ridge and you can’t make me!
Pie? Did someone say pie?
Choctaw Ridge.
But yeah, I wouldn’t go to Chop Chop Ridge either!
It was the 3rd of June
Back in Nineteen Eighty-Five
A meeting kindled a love that’s still alive
It occured at the I-H-O-o-P
The first time Zeldar laid eyes on Zo-o-e
And from that time on, they knew they wanted to pla-ay
So Zeldar and Zoe got married on New Year’s Day.
You’re welcome!
Bravo! FriarTed’s the man!
And it can be sung to that tune, if you wish.
Glad to be of service, and yeah, I had to add some extra "o"s to get it to fit the meter.
Bloody American accent.
Talk about ignorance fought!
You think it’s hard to hear the lyrics of Billy Joe, try being a Canadian and figuring out Mississippi Delta. Until I learned there were nonsense bits in the middle.
*Ate me a bucket of Muscadine
Sit on the riverbank after dark
Drop my line down a crawdad hole
Do him in with a scaly bark
One-ree-o-ree-ee-reeanni
Fidderliss-farce-nickory-john-queery-quan*
I love Bobbie Gentry.
I won’t be in for dinner. Need to go to Tupelo to get something from Brother & Becky Thompson’s store.
Don’t worry about it. I’ve got five moah acres in the lowuh fo’ty I’ve got to plow.
Ya know…the preacher did say something about seeing a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge.
There’s a Drive-In up there now. Think they’re showing a grindhouse flick called Chop Chop Ridge.
I’m late to the thread. I’ve been on a bridge.
~ NE Miss resident.
pass the biscuits, please
Bobbie had to sing that song, you know, to cover the debt she felt she owed to her upbringin’. It was owed to Billie Joe.