speaking of southern charms, i'm back below the mason-dixon for yet another wedding. catching up with friends over baskets of fried pickles in bars thick with hazy carcinogenic fog. not only can you smoke in the bars, but people representing the cigarette companies come around and give out packs (two at a time) in exchange for only your drivers license info and a smile. fine by me.



went to the penguin for those aforementioned pickles, hot dogs with homemeade chili and pimento cheese, as well as 5 dollar pitchers of yuengling.



Rufus Thomas: Do the Funky Penguin (pt. 1)(Stax, 1972)

Rufus Thomas: Do the Funky Penguin (pt. 2)(Stax, 1972)

when divshare goes back online sometime in the near future, you will have acces to these two retrofitted odes to barbecue, corndogs, and the plaza-midwood neighborhood in general.