Chet And Bernie In Bayou Country
“Bayou country, big guy,” Bernie said. He sniffed the air. Whoa! How often did that happen? “I think I smell something.” Go on, Bernie, go on. But he did not. There was lots to smell, of course, way too much to go into now, but sometimes in life one certain smell dominates all the others – take that time all the trash haulers in the Valley went on strike – and that was the case here in bayou country. This was a rot domination zone, no question, rot falling down on and rising up through all the other smells out there. Quite pleasant: I liked it here!
R.I.P.: Neil Armstrong
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