Saturday, July 9, 2011.
Just VooDoo.
Mary Ann awakened feeling terrible and wondering why. This is when I whip out my handy-dandy Pocket Ockham's Razor and use it to carve away all the exotic explanations (cancer, wasting disease, creeping socialism) so the obvious one could be seen and accepted. That would be the fact that yesterday she and ML got up at four in the morning to drive to Cape Canaveral, there to observe the final shuttle launch in person. After that, she drove seven hundred miles home, arriving after eleven last night. Who wouldn't feel hit by a truck after that?
My WWL radio show returned this week to the normal noon-to-three slot. Nobody was awake in time for breakfast, so eating was postponed until after three. When the Marys expressed a wish for VooDoo barbecue, I tagged along. Pulled pork sandwich with cole slaw on the sandwich. Good enough but too big. I ate half of it. Mary Ann was amazed that I showed such self-control (she isn't around when I don't), and showed how easy it is to lose it by launching into the rest of my sandwich herself.
We returned home and I just got back to work. For two reasons: a) I have to start getting things done in advance for the vacation that commences in six days, and 2) I couldn't think of anything else to do.
VooDoo BBQ. Mandeville: 2999 Highway 190. 985-629-2021.
