
Duane was a tough taskmaster.
On this day only Dickey's playing had been hot enough to rate food.
Wail on, Skydog!
Nah, they were just SCARED of Dickie. What's Jaimoe
doin' down there?
Looks like Jaimoe's earned a bong hit. He musta played pretty good, too.
Posted by: mike at November 16, 2005 12:07 PMThey're right inside the H&H Restaurant. Surely he's not doing anything he's not supposed to.
Posted by: Donnah at November 16, 2005 12:39 PMThat Diner in Macon?
Posted by: Carl in Atlanta at November 16, 2005 01:33 PMYep. Wisest business decision those ladies ever made was extending generosity to a scraggly bunch of hippies.
I'm glad their natural kindness got rewarded.
Ha. Doesn't surprise me at all -- to older Southern ladies we were all just "boys" if we minded our manners. Hair didn't matter.
Posted by: Salt Lick at November 16, 2005 01:52 PMHmm, after enlarging and careful study, it looks more like Jaimoe's wondering what floating in his glass of iced tea...
Posted by: mike at November 16, 2005 04:27 PMLOL. Jaimoe rated tea? Gregg and Butch have to share a glass of water.
What's Dickey doing? Putting jelly on his toast with a fork?
Waitress! Bring that man some utensils.
Haha, Donnah...my thoughts, exactly.
Posted by: -S- at November 17, 2005 01:31 AMHe would've been 59 today. Weird.
Posted by: YO at November 21, 2005 02:11 AM