Herby always hummed as he worked in the yard, sometimes one of Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos–say, #6 in B flat–or Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five”, or the Rolling Stones’ “Harlem Shuffle”. For some reason, he just couldn’t get Jim Morrison and the Doors’ “Come On Baby, Light My Fire” out of his head tonight . . .
Quint was growing concerned; even though he was careful in applying his sunblock (Supposedly water resistant SPF50) there were quite a few spots that seemed to get more exposure and resulting sunburn than others . . .
David Paul, the Channel 11 weather guy, said that he had it on good authority that the flooding would be temporary and limited to only parts of Texas . . .
Jim Bob loved bass fishing, and having the coolest or fastest bass boat was as important as catching the biggest or the most bass. He was hoping his new propeller would give him the edge.
The all-you-can-eat concept sounded good, but Joaquin hadn’t read the fine print–it wasn’t boiled crawfish brought to your table, you had to catch them, they weren’t cooked, and they still had the shells on . . .
When Llewellyn had booked his Texas golf vacation, he had been intrigued by the description of the Blue Elbow Swamp course (just west of the Louisiana border) that had been billed as “In the rough”. Turns out the claim wasn’t just hyperbole, and there was no extra charge for the opportunity to mingle with the gators or cottonmouth water moccasins.
