Lunch at Hot Tails Crawfish House with my father. That’s my go-to local place, I cannot lie. Tin Roof Blonde Ale, shrimp poboys.
Look at his hands.
Lunch at Hot Tails Crawfish House with my father. That’s my go-to local place, I cannot lie. Tin Roof Blonde Ale, shrimp poboys.
Look at his hands.
Just back from a week at the beach in Delware. Wish I had somethinng like this to eat.
Food is interesting there. My wife is from Maryland. She’s big on crab shacks and things like that. But with five kids and touristy crowds and all the rest, we stayed in the beach house and took turns cooking night by night with my sisters’ families.
I look forward to the kids being a bit older and more manageable. Pitchers and shrimp po boys and crab mallets for all.
Rod,
Re your father’s hands. Watching our fathers, especially if they’ve been physically competent and physically strong, grow old and weak is simultaneously very hard, but also a sign that we ourselves are fully becoming adults. I feel for you, having experienced the same about a decade ago.
Ren & Stimpy – Anthony’s Dad’s hands