Tricia Outs Her Foot Down, Kills A Roach.

Down near the Inland Waterway we are enjoying an oyster roast. Underneath an old car hood supported by cement blocks a wood fire is blazing away. On top of the old car hood are several bushels of single oysters covered with wet burlap sacks.

The party goers are clustered around a large wooden cable reel serving as a table. The table is covered with plates of munchies, melted butter, horseradish, catsup and other condiments. Bottled beer from a nearby garbage can is flowing freely.

The smoke from the oyster steaming fire helps to keep the gnats and mosquitoes at bay. The setting sun is bringing a chill to the evening air. The warmth from the fire feels good.

Another kind of smoke is making its way around the table. Each person takes a drag, holds their breath, and passes it on. It reaches my wife. She says "No thanks." Drops it to the ground and puts her foot down. Hard.

180..From 'Voyages of the Vicky Mary' Copyright.

She thought it was a cigarette and she was to put it out. So she tell me. But I do not believe her.

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The precious, poor roach... :(

not the only one to tear up. But that crowd had goodly supply of weed with no middle men to contend with. As I later learned.

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Supposed to be 'Tricia Puts Her Foot Down'

Sigh

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uhhh I take it Tricia does not partake?

...and such a sad, sad ending.

Yes by the time I noticed my mistake time to change it had passed.

Believe me in that part of the country there was plenty to spare. It came in by the Shrimp Boat load.

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