To Michael Hunt's Health ...

I found a really neat site that has blogged a great collection of bawdey miscellany.
Stories:
At the Cardinal's-Cap at Windsor. Michael Hunt's Health.
Here's a Health to Mich. Hunt,
And to Mich. Hunt's Breeches;
And why may not I scratch Mich. Hunt,
When Mich. Hunt itches.
1720
Taken from
The Original Manuscripts written in Diamond by Persons of the first Rank and Figure in Great Britain ; relating to Love, Matrimony, Drunkenness, Sobriety, Ranting, Scandal, Politicks, Gaming, and many other Subjects, Serious and Comical.

Songs:
Abby Sale has recorded an amazing collection of songs...
Mrs T offers some great folk songs...
Song Index Here...

The Owls vs The Cats

Last week, our big white cat Cracker (what else would you name a big white cat) showed up with two nasty puncture wounds on his neck. We wrote this off to a cat-fight; until last night. I was outback filling up the pool and observing the three young Owls (Herkermer, Jerkemer, and Knucklehead). Cracker came over and sat on my lap. That's when I realized that the Owls were hanging out real close to us. They were calling to each other in the trees about 25 yards from us. They were staring at Cracker like he was a pork chop. These guys were on a well corrdinated hunt. Knucklehead swooped down to the ground in Cracker's direct line-of-sight. Cracker just sat there, on my lap, looking at the Owl on the ground. Knucklehead's job was to bait the cat to attack while Herkermer and Jerkemer would swoop in for the kill. We now have the cats under house-arrest until these Owls learn how to catch more appropiate prey. With the cats inside, great hunters in their own right, there may even be some prey left out there for the Owls.

Update 1 July 2005..
Well the cats have been in the house for over a week. The Owls have been scarce all week; until last night. Heather took the dogs out and noticed the Owls eyballing the dogs. She threw rocks at them to chase em off. Josh and I were watching a movie, Cracker was sitting on his lap near the front window, we heard a crash against the window and I saw one of the Owls careening of the window.

Now there was more than one woman up there with one eye...

The drunk and the train:
I heard a rather interesting, yet tragic story, about the D'Timms building's past inhabitants. A few years back, the place had been occupied by the homeless. The building is located on 6th street, 6th street has an active railway right down the middle of it. One of the drunks stumbled out of the building and was run over and killed by a really slow moving train.

Ol'Sarge:
There was an old veteran named Sarge who lived in the top floor. Anyone who drank beer was welcome to visit Ol'Sarge; more than one one-eyed women hung out with Sarge. I've heard Sarge would fall asleep with a beer in his hand and wake up the next morning and finish the beer right where he left off. Sarge died in a fire that was attributed to his lit cigarette.

Hank took drunk yesterday:
Now this is a new southern expression on me, Hank told me that he took drunk yesterday. Now that is a cool expression; it's like there I was minding my own business and suddenly I took drunk.

The Christian Market:
Francis Christian has a great old house in Olde Town. His family has lived there since 53. Old Town properties have the richest soil in the region. This is a geographical blessing due to the fact that the coastal plain starts about 3 miles North. Francis has an awesome garden, his tomatoes are 8 feet tall. You enter the garden from the open gate on the Broad Street side of the property. This is by design as everyone is welcome to help themselves. Robin invited Renee to go with her to the Christian Market. She was surprised when they arrived at Francis' house to pick fresh produce in the Christian Market.

Now that is how fingers should smell:
Francis has the most abundant herb garden I have ever seen. The best way to experience this garden is to grab each variety, squeeze, then smell your fingers; aaah sent of a perennial.