Prune picker

This is the blog site of an old man. As a native Californian I call myself a prune picker. I live in a fifth wheel trailer. My front door is 25 steps from my daughter’s front door in the Piney Woods of North Louisiana. My blogs are often silly and or trivial, and some times educational and serious. I hope that some are interesting. None are long.

Preparing these blogs seems to fill a need in my life. I am compelled to do it. It helps fill the time until I die. It gives me something to do everyday.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Trip #2 to Does. As good as I remembered from Trip #1.

A crew of four assembled at Jefferson Corner.
A driver with car volunteered. He had a nice car and was well insured.
The new bridge over the Mississippi at Greenville helped. The trip from Ruston to Does Eat Place is 145 miles and takes 3 hours each way. But the meal is worth it.
We found Does Eat Place (established in 1941). It was not as busy as our last trip.

The man on the left is an armed guard.

We entered through the kitchen.

The flames are above the steaks. This makes it handy to catch the juice and pour it back over the steaks.

The four gentlemen from the Jefferson Corner Liars Club are waiting for their steaks. They are Roger Shelby, Skip Russell, Chuck Monson, and John Roebuck.

And were they good! I am ready to go back.

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