The big brawny English accent was overwhelming to the Mississippi regulars
Oh they  knew Western; and "Yankee" ; but this wasn't either.
They rolled their eyes and guessed "Australian" as "we had a feller once here
who visited  from thar"
We talked and ate terra cotta; a strange language anyway;
why with the pinning and anchoring systems let alone the matching glaze and
build -up for substrate   for most folks listening  you might as well be from
the moon.

A young lad unable to restrain himself  anymore; came over to our outdoor
work bench  peered past the scatter of  lunch plates , work papers, and tools
in progress and asked "Whatcha  y"all doing"?
The big Englishman seeing the youths innocence and seizing the moment for
levity responded gravely that we made " cement boots; for swimming".

So taken by the big mans seriousness and Coldstream accent
The lads eyes got big; he thought for a moment and then replied in
reassuring afterthought
......Well I knew- y"all -weren't from  -round here"
Its the weekend ;We're Delta bound with Mamma and Peanut ; the Limey has
never seen the Mississippi; and the bloom of Spring and the 70 deg temps are
too much to bear not to mosey down old roads  to the ..geat Antebellum
enclaves of Natchez and Port Gibson( the town to pretty to burn ...Gen Grant).
.There will be a 200th anniversary of the town; Port Gibson (Natchez is
older) with blues on every corner ; gumbo and alligator pie to sample; and a
black tie affair for the  educated and  if we can clean up in time from the
log rolling and pie eating contest games of chance  for would be Huck Finns
and English rubes to squander their quarters on . Pyrate

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