B. U. G. S.

We have here one of those situations where Peter really didn’t mean it
and Mark is in there fighting for me.

Mark, I appreciate it. All my life I would have given anything to have
someone who would back me up the way you do. My life has been spent
taking stands and watching respectable conservatives join liberals in
the lynching party.

It took me forever to realize that that is my function. I stand there when everybody won’t.

If you got no angels you need a fool.

And angels are scarce.

Now to an IMPORTANT subject.

Peter said he visited a water-power grits mill. He therefore knows what GRITS are. And, the fate
of the world notwithstanding, this is a critical matter.

I have said before that while Southerners have no trouble with a debate about which is the True Religion, they will kill each other over the True Bar-B-Q.

I hate what we call hominy, which is big blobs of grits. I love grits.

But, technically speaking, as Mark knows, you make “grits” by husking corn in a machine. On one side out come the corn husks, which only a goat can eat. The middle of the corn ground down is called hominy. It comes out the other side.

Those of you who were raised without true culture will consider this a quibble.

I haven’t seen “hominy” in years. Has anybody else?

By the way, the African staple is called “mealy-meal.”

Being a connisseur, I don’t like mealy-meal either, though I ate a lot of it. It is the opposite of “hominy”.” Mealie-meal is ground down so completely that it tastes like water.

In Arabia, they can tell you exactly where the water came from. They are conniseurs of water. In China they can tell you all about the tea. French…uh…men can tell you where the wine was grown
and the exact vintage.

Well, those poor benighted people don’t have grits or bar-b-q so they’ve got to take what they’ve got seriously.