An Artist's Notebook: Thelma and Louise

On Sunday night we took Jesse out to Buffet City to celebrate his birthday. Ever since that night I have had the song The Crawdad Hole stuck in my head.

You get a line and I'll get a pole Honey!
You get a line and I'll get a pole Babe!
You get a line and I'll get a pole
And we'll go down to the crawdad hole
Honey... Baby of mine

Big ole crawdad struttin' round Honey!
Big ole crawdad struttin' round Babe!
Big ole crawdad strutin' round
Like he's the King of Crawdad Town
Honey... Baby of mine

I'm gonna see that crawdad on my plate Honey!
I'm gonna see that crawdad on my plate Babe!
I'm gonna see that crawdad on my plate
With a bowl full of butter and a sweet patate
Honey... Baby of mine

Crawdad's hangin' onto my toe Honey!
Crawdad's hangin' onto my toe Babe!
Crawdad's hangin' onto my toe
I shake and shout but he won't let go
Honey... Baby of mine

What are ya gonna do when the hole runs dry Honey!
What are ya gonna do when the hole runs dry Babe!
What are ya gonna do when the hole runs dry
Sit on the banks and have a crawdad fry
Honey... Baby of mine

See that crawdad winkin' his eye Honey!
See that crawdad winkin' his eye Babe!
See that crawdad winkin' his eye
Let's turn him into crawdad pie
Honey... Baby of mine

Fry them crawdads nice an' brown Honey!
Fry them crawdads nice an' brown Babe!
Fry them crawdads nice an' brown
Grease 'em good so they'll slip right down
Honey... Baby of mine.

Here comes a man with a sack on his back Honey!
Here comes a man with a sack on his back Babe!
Here comes a man with a sack on his back
Haulin' all the crawdads he can pack
Honey... Baby of mine.

It just might be me, but that is perhaps one of the most romantic songs ever written.

But the reason this song stuck in my head is because as we were sitting around the table conversing about the important matters of the day we noticed a person walking by with their plate stacked full with crayfish.

Then a few moments later the dutiful employees of Buffet City restocked the crayfish supply immediately a guy from another table got up and put every single solitary last crayfish on his plate. It was an impressive feat in its greed, gluttony and structural engineering.

A few minutes more passed and a dutiful employee of Buffet City restocked the crayfish supply. Immediately the same gentleman got up and took every single last crayfish and heaped them onto his plate and returned to his table.

I got up and walked over to the where the crayfish formerly resided. All that was left was some murky looking water and assorted crayfish parts. It reminded me of a seen from a shipwreck movie.

I picked up the tongs and slashed the crayfish brine around. The crayfish man was thorough, but not thorough enough. I found a couple of crayfish in the bottom.