“Two roads diverged…and…I could not travel both…and be one traveler…long I stood…and…looked down one as far as I could”
When Sop and I reached the fork in the road and one lead to slabbed.org, circumstances required that I follow “the road not taken”. I hope it’s not a one-way street but it will be some time before I know. Please follow Sop to slabbed.org and know that I’m with you in spirit and, in the future, may see you there.
With love to the SLABBED nation, hope for the success of slabbed.org – and unending support for the two women who stood up for those slabbed by Katrina when it counted and made a difference, Cori and Kerri Rigsby
He’s known as a basher, a blogger, a CPA – but, one of the first things I learned about my partner-in-blog is the title that best fits the man is “lil Sop’s Dad”. Roof Surfing – Sop survives Katrina is not just the story of Sop’s survival, it’s the story of “lil Sop’s Dad” saving “lil Sop’s” life. It’s a great read any day and a particularly touching story to read on Father’s Day.
I couldn’t help but think of Sop’s relationship with lil Sop when I read Paul McCartney revived and rewrote “When I’m Sixty-four” as a tribute to his father, James. Julian Lennon recorded the song as a tribute as well and his recording with McCartney joined is my Father’s Day tribute to “lil Sop’s Dad” and all others who would answer these lyrics with a resounding “yes”.
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I’m sixty four
I hope to resume a more normal blogging schedule next week. The confluence of the October 15th tax deadline, the financial crisis and it’s impacts on my clients (smart contractors are going over their backlogs with fine tooth combs) and the untimely passing of a very close friend have kept me away from blogging.
We have posts coming on the news coverage of the NFIP re-authorization fight, and the continuing fallout from the Camp Coastal scandal along with our bread and butter issue of insurance.
You buy the “big ass bottle of whiskey” in Louisville. You can buy the Grey Goose just about anywhere.
Who wudda thunk it Nowdy and Belle? Google “big ass bottle of whiskey” and up comes slabbed. Google “big ass bottle of Grey Goose” and up comes slabbed. I think I’m getting the hang of this blogging thing.
Now if only the Caps and Sop could get together for that fancy ass tequila or is that the Sops and the Cap….Ann you out there honey? Say the word and I’m on a plane. The wife understands…..
I may be from the Mississippi Coast but I’m not a collegiate sports masochist. Just saying Nowdy. 😉
See you guys at the Super Regional and I hope you Rebs enjoy the short trip to Coral Gables before the off season.