June 27, 2003
DAMNED PECULIAR
colloquialisms my father used to say, that last post being so much fun:
Scram gravy ain't wavy.
Boodlin' down Tar Road.
Now, the second one meant, I believe, that he was off for some possibly illegal, certainly immoral adventurism that even my mother was not privy to, because NO ONE ever went down Tar Road with the old man.
The first one? I have no idea. Nor do I recall ever eating said gravy. I would have known. I could barely swallow that red-eye gravy that was made from ham grease.
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