Last Saturday, Cathy and I decided to go to Kline, SC, to get peaches (South Carolina is one of the big three in
peach_production (Now, see what you've done, John. Absolutely unnecessary links, just because I can)). The Palmetto State grows almost as many as the Peach State). Along the way, we stopped to look at some sunflowers. Barbed wire kept us from getting too close.
Along the way, Cathy got an emergency call that a family friend had been stopped for speeding, and was being tossed in the pokey in Beaufort for some previously ignored driving infraction. Just eight miles short of our destination, the plans were changed, and two quite casually clad crusaders were en route to Beaufort to spring Cathy's bud. Barb wire did not keep us out this time.Sadly, even two super-lawyers couldn't spring this chicken, because the bond judge was unavailable (Cathy did get him out Sunday morning).
Peachless and unvictorious, we decided to make the best of it, and parked Cathy's vehicle at the marina parking lot in Beautiful Beaufort by the Sea (26 miles from Yemassee).
The view of the Intercoastal Waterway out of the window at Plums wasn't bad, and the sandwiches weren't bad either.
We even got to see sunflowers again.
Last Saturday, Cathy and I decided to go to Kline, SC, to get peaches (South Carolina is one of the big three in peach_production (Now, see what you've done, John. Absolutely unnecessary links, just because I can)). The Palmetto State grows almost as many as the Peach State). Along the way, we stopped to look at some sunflowers. Barbed wire kept us from getting too close.
Along the way, Cathy got an emergency call that a family friend had been stopped for speeding, and was being tossed in the pokey in Beaufort for some previously ignored driving infraction. Just eight miles short of our destination, the plans were changed, and two quite casually clad crusaders were en route to Beaufort to spring Cathy's bud. Barb wire did not keep us out this time.Sadly, even two super-lawyers couldn't spring this chicken, because the bond judge was unavailable (Cathy did get him out Sunday morning).
Peachless and unvictorious, we decided to make the best of it, and parked Cathy's vehicle at the marina parking lot in Beautiful Beaufort by the Sea (26 miles from Yemassee).
The view of the Intercoastal Waterway out of the window at Plums wasn't bad, and the sandwiches weren't bad either.
We even got to see sunflowers again.
10 comments:
Sunflowers? If you're hunting baseball players, I believe that's called a "baited field," and it's illegal.
And pornographic, too. Apparently, if you build it they will come.
ewwww.
Hey, you said it, Chase. I would never...
Speaking of peaches, how far is the Boro from Norcross, Georgia? See how nice I am? Unlike your brother, who partied it up in Denver and never even reached out to his favorite Springs girl, I am modeling the behavior I seek in others.
Here in Georgia until Friday. Apparently they have *great* peaches here. You, your friends, hell the whole family, should come buy me a Bass.
Unnecessary, my sweet ass! If you hadn't put in that peach link, I never would have learned that peach tree leaves are lanceolate. That factoid might come in handy sometime.
Norcross isn't a bad trip, Kate, maybe four hours or so; but I've got kids this weekend and a double murder case next week, so my travelling shoes stay on the shoe tree this week. Actually, I'll probably see AndyMan down in Cigar City within the next month or so. I'll buy you a Bass then. K, Kate?
John, I just know that on a good day, I could think of some ridiculous use for "lanceolate" (something with a dude named Lance being tardy or something), but, well, some days are diamonds, some days are rocks...
or lanceolate turds...
Indeed. Lanceolate turds happen.
I like peaches, and we called Kate, we called (er, we meant to, even though you were in Wyoming)
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