Visual Poetry

Bonus Quote of the Day:

He was a bold man that first eat an oyster.” –Jonathan Swift

Friend and frequent yet invisible citizen of the TBU “Little Boy” met up with TB at the tail end of Jazz Fest this weekend. As we sat catching up near the Lagniappe stage the doors actually locked us in. But we weren’t leaving until we finished our beer. And Little Boy was polishing off a plate of raw oysters. He paused on the last one and asked me to take this picture. We call it “The Last Oyster in New Orleans.”

The Last Oyster in New Orleans

Who is Little Boy you ask? Sorry, I could tell you, but he’d have to kill me.

About travellinbaen

I'm a 40 year old lawyer living in Ridgeland, Mississippi. I'm several years and a couple hundred miles removed from most of my old running buddies so I started the blog to provide an outlet for many of the observations and ideas that used to be the subjects of our late night/happy hour/halftime conversations and arguments.
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3 Responses to Visual Poetry

  1. Jessie Lou says:

    I was in NOLA last weekend and ate my weight in oysters, raw and Rockerfeller – AWESOME! Little did I know it would be my last meal of the Filter of the Sea. I hate to think of what they will be filtering now! When I was younger I used to say my favorite color was the green color inside the oyster. In fact, I still like that color alot! Since I knew I could only eat oysters in months that had an “r” in them I used to say that my birthday was in the month of Jurne. Needless to say, Oysters are my favorite seafood next to scallops.

  2. Harmony says:

    Great picture! I have never tried oysters…I’m too big of a chicken, I guess.

  3. Chelsia says:

    Gee wiekllirs, that’s such a great post!

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