Today we attended the Peanut Butter Jamboree in Brundidge. There was a blacksmith, gospel groups, cloggers, children searching for something in a haystack, an old-time 60's band (we sang along with a few of their songs), lots of food booths (we had to have pork BBQ sandwiches), some booths selling crafts & stuff, a cane mill (they squeeze sugar cane to get the juice out -- and give you a sample to drink), and some representatives of the Alabama Creek Indian Tribe.
Back to hobbies ... and Life
Finally got a decent photo of our black pug. He's a beut! He has to think about things alot before dealing with them. He has to sniff and sniff and sniff on a spot and think about what it all means. While the boston terrier would just take a quick sniff and head out looking for things to eat or things to chase. The collar he wears has lots of spikes on it ... just to keep Sheba from chewing on it or using it to pull him around.
-- the substitute bus-driver and retired psychobabbler ...
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Peanut Butter Jamboree
Today we attended the Peanut Butter Jamboree in Brundidge. There was a blacksmith, gospel groups, cloggers, children searching for something in a haystack, an old-time 60's band (we sang along with a few of their songs), lots of food booths (we had to have pork BBQ sandwiches), some booths selling crafts & stuff, a cane mill (they squeeze sugar cane to get the juice out -- and give you a sample to drink), and some representatives of the Alabama Creek Indian Tribe.
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