Johnny Cash’s Cocaine Blues

“When I was arrested, I was dressed in black. They put me on train and they took me back.” [Obviously listening to Hank III — doing a version of Johnny Cash’s Cocaine Blues.] Something about Hank III’s voice, just puts me in a good mood. I was out on the hike and bike trail, feet swinging along merrily, and I kept thinking I should bring the digital camera sometime, just for the images. Only, I realize the pictures, out of context, make no sense. A squirrel, a bird or two, some Cormorants, a Heron, the cute girl who smiled back at me, that sort of thing. Occasional red ear turtles. Lots of yellow ear ones. The red, sandy dirt in some places, the limestone, broken and jagged, and its black dirt in other places. The color of water as it comes from a limestone spring — that special hue it has. The way the barbecue sauce at Green Mesquite looks when it mixes into the potato salad. The feeling of pork ribs as they tenderly crunch, cooked to perfection, or darn near it. No camera can catch the sense, the feeling of place on an afternoon in Central Texas. “I’m buying, you’re cooking, so where we going?” Ever had a crawdad quesodilla? It’s common foodstuffs around these parts. [Gemini]