Well, there’s not much of substance to offer up on the ol’ blog today—I spent most of the afternoon watching the Jungle Jim movies TCM scheduled in order to have a post for tomorrow and my morning was preoccupied with accompanying me mudder to Publix for some groceries—but I did have a couple of things I wanted to point out, most of which are of a shameless self-promotion nature.
Monday night, my Mom invited me over to the house for a lowcountry boil—and for those of you not familiar with this tantalizing bill of fare, it’s essentially corn-on-the-cob, new potatoes, summer sausage (Mom usually buys the extra hot links) and peel ‘n eat shrimp all boiled together in the same pot. She also gets some thick-cut bread to go with this repast (great with a generous slavering of butter) and whips up a cocktail sauce (for the sausage and/or shrimp) that will clear your sinus cavities and take the paint off any automobile. (It’s also a good idea to wash down this incredible meal with the ice-cold beer of your choice, which in my case would be two or three bottles of Rolling Rock.) By the time I finished dinner, I was stuffed beyond satisfaction—a good thing, since lately I’ve really been off my feed.
The beagle in the picture above was awarded the status of “Boarder of the Week” by the
Jack French, a man who will forget more about old-time radio than I’ll ever remember, has been informed that his Agatha Award-winning reference book, Private Eyelashes (a fascinatingly detailed history of female detectives in The Golden Age of Radio) will be coming out in a second edition later this year and he was kind enough to send me a proof of the back cover—which includes a logrolling contribution by your humble narrator. If you’re interested in downloading this PDF document…click here.