In the south, they say, y'all. They leave out the o and the u.
Because of this, I was forced to make soup tonight. Clam chowder, to be more revealing, and as usual it is lovely sp.
Also, put in about 1,900 or 2,000 yards - 550, 1,300-1,400, about 300 of kickboard and the usual warm-down fun.
On a side note (another potential name for this blog - side note), I downloaded Black Jack Davey from iTunes. In the commission of this crime, I also found some interesting places to go:
this is an MSU sub-site, which has tons of fleeping awesome downloads (and the usual crowd of not-so-awe-sum ones), incl. at least two good Black Jack Daveys. I recommend Mr. Wise Jones and Sara Jo Bell among the group. What MSU says about the collection:
The Max Hunter Collection is an archive of almost 1600 Ozark Mountain folk songs, recorded between 1956 and 1976. A traveling salesman from Springfield, Missouri, Hunter took his reel-to-reel tape recorder into the hills and backwoods of the Ozarks, preserving the heritage of the region by recording the songs and stories of many generations of Ozark history. As important as the songs themselves are the voices of the Missouri and Arkansas folks who shared their talents and recollections with Hunter. Designed to give increased public access to this unique and invaluable resource, this site is a joint project of the Missouri State University Department of Music and the Springfield-Greene County Library in Springfield, Missouri, where the permanent collection is housed.
So I guess Sprang-field isn't just a place to hit the Bass Pro. Although that is a nice place to go. Plus, there's a lady who makes truly fantastic apple crisp there.
What else have I learned? Uh, check back later.