The did not get to go to Jazz Fest Catfish Round up...

That says it all. Maybe next year.

Anyway, we had to work at the fish a bit yesterday. Me, Cathy, Mary, Rose, Juan, Geneva, and Bill ended up with 14 cats, slightly bigger than last trip, and with a package from the freezer we had a fine fish fry.

It was a very windy day, really should have never gone out. Big Sam has nearly killed me a couple of times but with so many fine folks to take with me this time I was not even scared.

Here is a shot of Cathy landing one as Rose looks on.

Next we have Pop and Juan. Those waves are kind of rolling, you guys aren't chumming are you?

Back home we pose with our catch. Rare shot of the mojo bag that hangs from mudbelly's neck.

Somehow the evening took a turn towards that weird old America that the poets lament the loss of. You know the place where there is no easy access to dining establishments that take credit and few clean well lit restrooms. The place where people bring old banjos to the jam sessions. You see people like this:

Signs on the roadside like these are the only guide you may find to help you through.

Speaking of Jazz Fest, Happy Birth Day Suzi! 5/5/55. Hope you made it to N.O. for your birthday.