We Are Everywhere
An article in today's paper reveals that fish caught in the Rhone between the Miribel-Jonage canal and the Pont Pasteur are unsafe to eat due to high levels of PCB's. This news comes as a surprise to exactly nobody; I'm linking it here not because of the story itself but because of the accompanying photo.
The uncropped photo that ran in the print edition showed Jean-Pierre here pulling up his boat to the quai on the Presqu'ile, with the Universite Lyon and the Rive Gauche in the background. Nice enough. But a closer look (even at the cropped version) shows that Jean-Pierre is piloting--yessir, a 12-footer J-series Carolina Skiff with a Johnson outboard, dual trolling mounts and aereated live-bait wells.
It was unclear whether he then hitched his boat trailer to an F-150 with a Dale Jr. sticker in the window and headed to Allen & Sons for a chopped tray and some sweet tea.
I realized the other day that I haven't heard a Southern accent since March (Woody Durham over the internet doesn't count).
The uncropped photo that ran in the print edition showed Jean-Pierre here pulling up his boat to the quai on the Presqu'ile, with the Universite Lyon and the Rive Gauche in the background. Nice enough. But a closer look (even at the cropped version) shows that Jean-Pierre is piloting--yessir, a 12-footer J-series Carolina Skiff with a Johnson outboard, dual trolling mounts and aereated live-bait wells.
It was unclear whether he then hitched his boat trailer to an F-150 with a Dale Jr. sticker in the window and headed to Allen & Sons for a chopped tray and some sweet tea.
I realized the other day that I haven't heard a Southern accent since March (Woody Durham over the internet doesn't count).
3 Comments:
At 1:44 PM, Anonymous said…
I hope you aren't listening to what passes for football in Chapel Hill. That must hurt. An alternative might be Back Porch Music on WUNC.
At 2:10 PM, Frogmarch said…
Actually I think I'm part of the problem... when things are looking bad for the Heels and Woody says "Go where you go and do what you do," I've got no place to go. My lucky seat is 4000 miles away.
I can't even enjoy a delicious Beefmaster (tm) frank. Beefmaster: They're the steak-eater's frank!
At 9:24 AM, Unknown said…
I definitely appreciated every little bit of it
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