“Don't take life so serious. It ain't nohow permanent.”
Ernie and I both, grew up a few miles away from Walt Kelly's imaginary inhabitants of the Okefenokee Swamp, and Pogo spoke to us through the "funnies" each Sunday morning.
Ernie told me about taking the photograph which graced the cover of his classic cookbook, White Trash Cooking. He and his friend, Bob, riding somewhere in the South, found themselves behind a truck full of watermelons. He knew he had to have that picture. Later he said the occupants of the watermelon truck had threatened to sue. I see that now thirty years later, the latest edition sports that same photo.
Bob was from Morgan City, Louisiana, and he was a retired, or escaped, Anglican priest. He spoke ‘cajun’. I once met his mother, a white haired, graceful Southern lady from the bayou country. Her cajun accent wa