<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:27:10.646-04:00</updated><category term='Obama girl'/><category term='Beverly Sills'/><category term='arts'/><category term='Indian food'/><category term='news'/><category term='mosquitoes'/><category term='books'/><category term='streets'/><category term='Francis Marion'/><category term='The Have Nots'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><category term='cats'/><category term='beaches'/><category term='Charleston &quot;Must Go To&quot;'/><category term='wanderlust'/><category term='mission'/><category term='reggae block dance'/><category term='lowcountry food'/><category term='travel'/><category term='charleston'/><category term='amazon'/><category term='juneteenth'/><category term='wisteria'/><category term='phillip simmons'/><category term='Theatre'/><category term='odd'/><category term='movie reviews'/><category term='Brazil'/><category term='family'/><category term='history'/><category term='Fort Sumter'/><category term='Spoleto'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='opera'/><title type='text'>Pluff Mud Love</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing takes the place of the smell of pluff mud on a hot summer day!  I just love it.  I am thinking of a way to wear that fragrance like perfume.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-7154824583484655701</id><published>2007-07-26T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:31:49.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ole' Charleston</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After being gone for awhile to the Amazon and coming back home I had forgotten about one thing. That one thing is the mosquitoes here. Believe or not, not one bug bite did I get. No mosquito bites at all. I was prepared for swarms. The people at Passport Health in North Charleston had given me repellent that I had to treat my clothes with and then let them dry for two hours before packing. I treated all my outer clothes and they supplied me with an odorless repellent for my skin. I slathered it on everyday but there were no bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As soon as I stepped out of my car my legs were attacked and eaten up by lowcountry mosquitoes! How ironic is that?! Good Ole' Charleston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/mosquito_edited2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-7154824583484655701?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7154824583484655701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=7154824583484655701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7154824583484655701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7154824583484655701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-ole-charleston.html' title='Good Ole&apos; Charleston'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-2443545155387038298</id><published>2007-07-26T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:12:09.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wanderlust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brazil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission'/><title type='text'>Dream Trekking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been away on a misson trip to the Amazon jungle. Can you believe it!?! It was a medical mission trip to Brazil. I have just returned and have set up a travel blog to keep all of memories of what happened intact. I do not want to forget a single minute. My travel blog is located at &lt;a href="http://dreamtrekking.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dream Trekking&lt;/a&gt;.  I will be using it just for trips that I take.  I will still be updating this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My pictures of the Amazon and the people who live along the riverbanks are being developed. As soon as I get them back I will be adding them to &lt;a href="http://dreamtrekking.wordpress.com/"&gt;Dream Trekking&lt;/a&gt; so that you can get a taste of the Amazon as well. It was an amazing trip! Life changing even...so be sure to check out all my pre-trip posts as that was a nervous time with the passport situation. And please don't miss my &lt;a href="http://dreamtrekking.wordpress.com/2007/06/16/inspiration/"&gt;Inspiration&lt;/a&gt; that started it all and why the wanderlust will never go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I took about 300 pictures so I have a lot to show and tell!  The Amazon is an amazing place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Here is the group picture of all of us, taken at the last village we visited! This boat was our home away from home for 9 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RqicPH1EkcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hIgz1wM83vk/s1600-h/group+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RqicPH1EkcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hIgz1wM83vk/s320/group+shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091491162355962306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Where am I in this picture? I am on the steps on the left side. I am the third person up from the bottom in the white shirt and tan shorts.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-2443545155387038298?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/2443545155387038298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=2443545155387038298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/2443545155387038298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/2443545155387038298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/07/dream-trekking_26.html' title='Dream Trekking'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RqicPH1EkcI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hIgz1wM83vk/s72-c/group+shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-1684723668293300944</id><published>2007-07-12T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T01:16:57.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd'/><title type='text'>Day 765:  Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RpW3P16bnZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RBS8f8GCnfY/s1600-h/IM000488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RpW3P16bnZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RBS8f8GCnfY/s320/IM000488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086172836982922642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the surprise I got last week when I opened the side door on the garage.  Surprise!!!  It was not left by my cat.  I know who the culprit is...the neighbors car.  He usually is hanging out at my house lounging on the front stoop or the window sills.  He has a home but is never there.  He is always at my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that he felt that he might have overstayed his welcome, so he left this lovely parting gift for me!   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Excerpts from my cat's diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair ... must try this on their bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was...Hmmm. Not working according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer". More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-1684723668293300944?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/1684723668293300944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=1684723668293300944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/1684723668293300944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/1684723668293300944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-765-surprise.html' title='Day 765:  Surprise'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RpW3P16bnZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RBS8f8GCnfY/s72-c/IM000488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-3908802327808097125</id><published>2007-07-11T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:04:35.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Spice Girls?!  Who??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I heard a dirty rumor the other day and I had to look it up to see if it were true. IT IS! The Spice Girls are reuniting. Is this a happy thing? I guess it depends on how you ask. I am in the middle. I never saw anything wrong with them. I am all about girl power! There tunes were snappy and danceable. They were cute and perky! My daughter loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 389px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/spicegirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Spice came out in 1996 and my daughter was three. I think I got her the CD when she was 4...almost 5. She was just crazy about all the Spice Girls. Fanatical almost. Really. All those little girls were. I even had to buy her a Spice Girl doll for Christmas. It was Scary Spice. She was just thrilled beyond belief to have the Scary Spice doll. She dressed and redressed that doll for months and sang Spice Girl songs around the house. Even I got hooked on some of the tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I mentioned to my child that they were reuniting and she just rolled her eyes at me. I looked at her and said, SPICE GIRLS! Really loud like Duh!!!!! Spice Girls! Spice Girls?! She again just looked at me and then said, "don't ever do that again." I then reminded her that she loved the Spice Girls. "No" , she said. She also gave me the left handed "L" for loser. She then told me not to tell anyone she ever liked the Spice Girls. I reminded her of just how much she loved them and all the things she used to do when she was 4 and 5. She claimed she did not rememeber any of what I was telling her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Was it selective memory? I am not sure. What is true is that her liking that very popular group is something to keep under the rug. She is 13 now. How would her friends see her now promoting girl power? I guess it is a teen thing. Me? I will keep up with the Spice Girls, just to see if they are still any good and will have the draw they had before. I know that there has been some drama....with Scary Spice. She needed Maury Povich to say: When it comes to the DNA test, &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20043487,00.html"&gt;Eddie you ARE the father&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/scary-spice-pregnant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a SCARY Scary Spice girl!&lt;br /&gt;That pirate eye look is not working!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Regardless, they are coming back at &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/02182007/news/worldnews/spice_girls_reunion_due_worldnews_christine_field.htm"&gt;5 million dollars per Spice Girl&lt;/a&gt;.  That is not too shabby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-3908802327808097125?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/3908802327808097125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=3908802327808097125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/3908802327808097125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/3908802327808097125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/07/spice-girls-who.html' title='Spice Girls?!  Who??'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-5852884546429462423</id><published>2007-07-03T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:32:49.136-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beverly Sills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><title type='text'>Beverly Sills, Dead at 78</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/beverlysills.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Beverly Sills has died of lung cancer.  She was the American opera diva extraordinaire!  I have listened to some of her opera and I thought she was exceptional.  If you have not checked out some of her opera or even opera in general, you are missing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thehodgepod02-20&amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B0006VYELE&amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thehodgepod02-20&amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B0001Y4JG6&amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thehodgepod02-20&amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B000060P5O&amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-5852884546429462423?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5852884546429462423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=5852884546429462423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5852884546429462423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5852884546429462423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/07/beverly-sills-dead-at-78.html' title='Beverly Sills, Dead at 78'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-4904936533264552540</id><published>2007-06-20T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:20:10.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='streets'/><title type='text'>Typical Charleston Streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was on my way home on yesterday and was driving through my subdivision and this is what I came across. People are taking matters into their own hands. Our streets are so bad that no one is even bothering to repave often. We just go with the bumps. This is classic. Thank goodness someone did this. I got out and looked at that hole and it is very deep. It is the classic homemade warning to the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;When do  you think that hole will be repaired?   From what I have seen West Ashley, it takes quite some time for the city to come out and  patch a hole.  We will be waiting for a while.  So  look out for potholes  West Ashley.  There are some like these that are very deep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 302px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/warning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;What can I say? Is this not what just about every street in Charleston is like? The feel is that of modern day cobble stones. Just one drive down Calhoun Street will put all your tires out of alignment. I noticed that King Street was just repaved....just in time for Spoleto. Keeping up appearances you know.... just like Hyancinth Bucket in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0002F6BTC?tag=thehodgepod02-20&amp;camp=0&amp;amp;creative=0&amp;linkCode=as1&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0002F6BTC&amp;adid=1CVPE74N69T9PG7HW8FQ&amp;amp;"&gt;Keeping Up Appearances&lt;/a&gt;  ( I love that show.) Could not let all those tourists feel the bump and hump of lumpy Charleston streets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/keepingupappearances.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thehodgepod02-20&amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B0002F6BTC&amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width: 120px; height: 240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-4904936533264552540?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/4904936533264552540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=4904936533264552540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/4904936533264552540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/4904936533264552540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/typical-charleston-streets.html' title='Typical Charleston Streets'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-1271900888805806322</id><published>2007-06-19T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:58:33.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Morning After</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I followed the story on the news last night about the Sofa Super Store blazing out of control. Of all the things that was most surprising of all the bits and pieces of information that was released was that there was not a sprinkler system in that building. I have shopped there many times and just never noticed. The one employee who I recall who worked there was a man named Earl. He was very nice to me whenever I shopped there. To hear that 9 firefighters were killed was just something that took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I have a friend whose husband is a fire fighter here at the station in downtown Charleston on Cannon Street. This morning before the names were released I was afraid to call her house for fear that she lost her husband. I called her job instead and they told me she was not in today. As I also know her assistant personally, I was able to talk to her and she assured me that my friend did not loose her husband fighting that fire. He was there, but not lost. The assistant told me that she had spoken to my friend and that one of their best friends was the firefighter who apparently gave a "mayday" over the radio. Sad and chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It just seems unreal. We have not ever had any sort of tragedy like that here. It just does not seem fair that so many could have been lost in that disaster. They truly are heroes. They were doing their jobs protecting the public when tragedy came in like a thief and stole precious lives, changing the lives of their friends and family forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I, like so many others, had to drive by the place today. It was a zoo. The traffic out there is just terrible...mostly from all of us ( me being guilty) rubbernecking. The one thing I did notice was that there are 9 crosses place in a line in front of the building and that people had already begun to bring flowers, balloons and other mementos to remember the fallen nine. As I was stuck in traffic trying to get off of Savannah highway, I heard on the radio that the authorities were asking people not to drive by as traffic was terribly snarled from all the cars. The radio announcer said that there will be time to come by as it will be like that for quite some time with the pending investigation and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I will wait a few says before going back. Maybe Sunday after church I will leave some flowers. I bet that will be a busy day. I bet many will have the same idea I have Sunday afternoon. My prayers go out to the families of all those lost. We have lost 9 heroes, irreplaceable in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="StoryText"&gt;&lt;span class="StoryText"&gt;&lt;span class="StoryText"&gt;- Capt William "Billy" Hutchinson, 48&lt;br /&gt;- Capt Mike Benke, 49&lt;br /&gt;- Capt Louis Mulkey, 34&lt;br /&gt;- Engineer Mark Kelsey, 40&lt;br /&gt;- Engineer Bradford "Brad" Baity, 37&lt;br /&gt;- Assistant Engineer Michael French, 27&lt;br /&gt;- Firefighter James "Earl" Drayton, 56&lt;br /&gt;- Firefighter Brandon Thompson, 27&lt;br /&gt;- Firefighter Melven Champaign, 46                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They truly lived the firefighters prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" center=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Firefighter's Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="" center=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I am called to duty, God, whenever flames may rage;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Give me strength to save some life, whatever be its age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me embrace a little child before it is too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or save an older person from the horror of that fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quickly and efficiently to put the fire out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fill my calling and to give the best in me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         To guard my every neighbor and protect his property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if, according to my fate, I am to lose my life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless with your protecting hand&lt;br /&gt;my children and my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-1271900888805806322?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/1271900888805806322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=1271900888805806322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/1271900888805806322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/1271900888805806322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/morning-after.html' title='Morning After'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-1965559213295613589</id><published>2007-06-17T16:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T16:22:23.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.&lt;br /&gt;  - &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/26814.html"&gt;Steven Weinberg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-1965559213295613589?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/1965559213295613589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=1965559213295613589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/1965559213295613589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/1965559213295613589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/truths.html' title='Truths'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-6045842990724234183</id><published>2007-06-16T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:39:08.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama girl'/><title type='text'>Obama Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKsoXHYICqU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKsoXHYICqU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it is sweeping the internet.  Had to see what it was all about.  This is her 15 minutes of fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-6045842990724234183?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/6045842990724234183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=6045842990724234183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/6045842990724234183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/6045842990724234183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/obama-girl.html' title='Obama Girl'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-3923127070244346121</id><published>2007-06-16T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:15:05.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juneteenth'/><title type='text'>Juneteenth Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Juneteenth is the oldest known celebration of the ending of slavery. Dating back to 1865, it was on June 19th that the Union soldiers, led by Major General Gordon Granger, landed at Galveston, Texas with news that the war had ended and that the enslaved were now free. Note that this was two and a half years after President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation - which had become official January 1, 1863. The Emancipation Proclamation had little impact on the Texans due to the minimal number of Union troops to enforce the new Executive order. However, with the surrender of General Lee in April of 1865, and the arrival of General Granger’s regiment, the forces were finally strong enough to influence and overcome the resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 385px; height: 303px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/bibb71.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later attempts to explain this two and a half year delay in the receipt of this important news have yielded several versions that have been handed down through the years. Often told is the story of a messenger who was murdered on his way to Texas with the news of freedom. Another, is that the news was deliberately withheld by the enslavers to maintain the labor force on the plantations. And still another, is that federal troops actually waited for the slave owners to reap the benefits of one last cotton harvest before going to Texas to enforce the Emancipation Proclamation. All or none of them could be true. For whatever the reason, conditions in Texas remained status quo well beyond what was statutory.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.gibbesmuseum.org/"&gt;Gibbes Museum of Art&lt;/a&gt; opened its doors at 135 Meeting St. today for a free program honoring the holiday Juneteenth and celebrating Charleston's cultural diversity. There were a series of family activities from 10 a.m. to 1 p.m., including a "Juneteenth Quilting Circle," a performance of &lt;a href="http://www.ccpl.org/content.asp?id=15717&amp;catID=6042&amp;amp;amp;amp;action=detail&amp;amp;parentID=5748"&gt;Gullah&lt;/a&gt; music, poetry and stories and a presentation of the Brazilian martial art of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira"&gt;Capoeira&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-3923127070244346121?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/3923127070244346121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=3923127070244346121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/3923127070244346121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/3923127070244346121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/juneteenth-celebration.html' title='Juneteenth Celebration'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-8954409962026462772</id><published>2007-06-14T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T17:44:00.037-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosquitoes'/><title type='text'>Charleston's Summer Pet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RnG0Z8vWblI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YqMhmuRYydU/s1600-h/mosquito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RnG0Z8vWblI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YqMhmuRYydU/s320/mosquito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076036612917718610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate Charleston's Summer pet, but they do love me...the mosquito . I must seem to have the kind of skin they love. They have been devouring me over the last few days. In fact, no one else is ever bothered by mosquitoes except me! It drives me mad. Whenever I am gardening, I have to lather down in Deep Woods Off. Those pesky things are smart. I tend to spray right up to the line of my shorts or Capri's. Those smart mosquitoes then fly up into the Capri or the shorts and sting me above the line of Deep Woods Off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried different remedies over the years, but have elected to keep on with the Off.  I hear that some claim that &lt;a href="http://www.drgreene.com/21_38.html"&gt;vitamin B1&lt;/a&gt; will make you smell had to them so that they will not bite.  Is that true?  I am willing to get some and take it daily.  I know some of my coworkers swear by &lt;a href="http://shop.avon.com/shop/product_list.asp?level1_id=300&amp;level2_id=303&amp;amp;pdept_id=344&amp;dept_id=416&amp;amp;cat_type=B"&gt;Skin-So-Soft by Avon&lt;/a&gt;.  I have never tried it, but I do like the smell.  Does that really work? I just want something to stop the nagging, buzzing and stinging!  They leave little red welts all over me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone got any tips for mosquito relief?  I am looking to try something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pluff&lt;/span&gt; mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-8954409962026462772?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/8954409962026462772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=8954409962026462772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/8954409962026462772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/8954409962026462772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/charlestons-summer-pet.html' title='Charleston&apos;s Summer Pet'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RnG0Z8vWblI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YqMhmuRYydU/s72-c/mosquito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-3274655510142743324</id><published>2007-06-13T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:32:24.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><title type='text'>So Long Spoleto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm__QsvWbkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/X51DjpHldck/s1600-h/IM000463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm__QsvWbkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/X51DjpHldck/s320/IM000463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075555967422590530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Long Spoleto it has been a good run! The only thing that was a damper on the Piccolo Finale was the heat. Mother Nature was in rare form that day at Hampton Park. I arrived about 3:30 and it was just sweltering. We arrived just as the first group of African Dancers were performing. It was so hot that most people had moved chairs that were set up right in front of the stage to the trees to get a little shade. The heat index was so high that it almost did not make a difference that day if there was shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm_4dcvWbdI/AAAAAAAAADo/CCcDi2RndsI/s1600-h/IM000455a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm_4dcvWbdI/AAAAAAAAADo/CCcDi2RndsI/s320/IM000455a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075548489884528082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm_4ecvWbeI/AAAAAAAAADw/xdCK4u-_EF0/s1600-h/IM000456a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm_4ecvWbeI/AAAAAAAAADw/xdCK4u-_EF0/s320/IM000456a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075548507064397282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXiVLWSPcBU"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXiVLWSPcBU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;After squeezing in with friends under the trees we watched the Greek dancers. They had beautiful costumes. And we were all Greek once we learned the word "OPA!" I love that word.&lt;br /&gt;Opa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm_-2MvWbhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BF-UFCBF54M/s1600-h/IM000458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm_-2MvWbhI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BF-UFCBF54M/s320/IM000458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075555512156057106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm_-28vWbiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B9Zwgdlc1Hs/s1600-h/IM000459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm_-28vWbiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/B9Zwgdlc1Hs/s320/IM000459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075555525040959010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the things that we really wanted to do was ride in the hot air balloon. While we were there, they had problems getting it off the ground. I think due to no wind. They tried hard to get it up. I decided that since they were having so much trouble that was a sign that I was not to go up in that hot air balloon that day. That was an adventure missed that day. I am sure there will be another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm__QMvWbjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LRBGmEypDsA/s1600-h/IM000462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm__QMvWbjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LRBGmEypDsA/s320/IM000462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075555958832655922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally the heat drive us away. We left just before the belly dancers were to perform. After snagging very large grape snow cones, we limped back to the car to get some air conditioning. We missed the fireworks. We had had enough fire and heat for one afternoon. I have to hand it to the performers. They did a great job. Every last one. Those costumes, long sleeves, tights, dancing in the heat, the heat! They really personified the phrase, "the show must go on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a good Spoleto run this year. Next year I will plan to buy more tickets early. We were able to get a lot in this year, but there were other things I would like to have attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-3274655510142743324?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/3274655510142743324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=3274655510142743324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/3274655510142743324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/3274655510142743324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-long-spoleto.html' title='So Long Spoleto'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rm__QsvWbkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/X51DjpHldck/s72-c/IM000463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-7823123573894015551</id><published>2007-06-09T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:35:27.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowcountry food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charleston &quot;Must Go To&quot;'/><title type='text'>Fatz Cafe</title><content type='html'>After a very hot day at the Piccolo Finale at Hampton Park, we ate at the &lt;a href="http://www.fatzcafe.com/index.php"&gt;Fatz Cafe&lt;/a&gt; at the Tangier Outlet Mall. I had the Edisto Shrimp and Grits and my daughter had the Calabash Chicken.  This is my  dinner and then my daughters chicken.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RmtgBsvWbbI/AAAAAAAAADY/JLdgm_H8-I4/s1600-h/IM000464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RmtgBsvWbbI/AAAAAAAAADY/JLdgm_H8-I4/s320/IM000464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074254987468893618" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RmtgB8vWbcI/AAAAAAAAADg/yzgfqPj1UtU/s1600-h/IM000465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RmtgB8vWbcI/AAAAAAAAADg/yzgfqPj1UtU/s320/IM000465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074254991763860930" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;My dish was spicier than I thought it would be,  but it was still very good.  My daughter was most pleased with two containers of honey mustard!  We had great service given by a nice server named Caroline.  Our food was delivered quick and hot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;My daughter and I both loved the  rolls or are they really some sort of  doughnut roll hybrid?  They remind me of Krispy Kreme doughnuts with butter.  Can I say heavenly?  They are worth fighting over!  I thought that California Dreaming had the best rolls/croissants.  They now have some competition in the roll department.  That is the only thing I have tried on their menu as it was my first time there.  I had tried to eat there once before on a Thursday afternoon for lunch when the wait 45 minutes long.  I could not  wait that long...my entire lunch hour would be used up.  This evening there was not any wait.  We were seated right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I will have to trek it on back to Fatz a time or two again to try some other things on the menu.  So far so good.  Two thumbs up and a dab of pluff mud!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-7823123573894015551?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7823123573894015551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=7823123573894015551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7823123573894015551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7823123573894015551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/fatz-cafe.html' title='Fatz Cafe'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RmtgBsvWbbI/AAAAAAAAADY/JLdgm_H8-I4/s72-c/IM000464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-5199992141922113519</id><published>2007-06-08T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T19:08:54.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><title type='text'>Quintango</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I took my daughter to see Quintango on last Saturday afternoon. It was raining downtown and we had to park in the lot in the market just down from Henry's. We had quite a walk in the rain to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="ucWrap_ucDetails_lblEVenue"&gt;Footlight Players Theatre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;on Queen Street.  The walk was not so bad, just the rain.  We were all dressed in our finery and heels!  Luckily we both carried an extra pair of shoes just for the rain.  I had my Crocs and she had her ballet slippers.  We changed into the more presentable shoes at the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We arrived about  50 minutes early and there was already a lobby full of people.  We waited and while I was waiting I ran into a very old friend of mine from college--the College of Charleston.  She was actually one of my best friends.  I was in her wedding. Her daughter is one of the performers who dances for Robert Ivey.  She had just performed there for the Brown Bag Ballet. She and I kept up with each other for years after we both graduated from the College of Charleston.   We visited back and forth where ever we were living in the states. She married a Citadel cadet and ended up moving all over the world with his military career.  Regardless, we wrote and visited and flew all over the country to visit.  Somehow we eventually lost touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;I recognized her first and it was like a reunion!  She is back here in Mt. Pleasant, so we will work hard on rekindling the old friendship.  She was always  a dear person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Back to the performance.  I was very excited about seeing this show as it has gotten rave reviews and had been around for eight years.   I must say that it was my only Spoleto disappointment.  I do not have anything bad to say about the performance.  It was just so-so.   It lacked some excitement.  There were a few moments that were at a high but overall it was just okay.  We saw the 2nd act. We were going to see the 1st but decided to try another event.     I think that Quintango needed just a little bit of coffee to jazz things up a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-5199992141922113519?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5199992141922113519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=5199992141922113519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5199992141922113519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5199992141922113519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/quintango.html' title='Quintango'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-8333392320174235964</id><published>2007-06-08T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:34:43.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charleston &quot;Must Go To&quot;'/><title type='text'>Denmark Vesey: Insurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RmnVvsvWbaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/njMfK3JSAd8/s1600-h/IM000412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RmnVvsvWbaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/njMfK3JSAd8/s320/IM000412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073821470649904546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took my daughter to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denmark Vesey: Insurrection.  &lt;/span&gt;She loved it. That is her in the picture. I loved it. She thought that it was the best thing that she had seen in all of Spoleto this year. It was her favorite out of all the events we went to this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I thought the actors were both riveting and the story line raised some very interesting points of view. The show was one that kept you interested and really on the edge of your seat till the very end. If you missed &lt;a href="http://www.piccolospoleto.com/schedule/default.aspx?m=6&amp;d=8&amp;amp;perfid=1292"&gt;Denmark Vesey: Insurrection&lt;/a&gt; at the American Theatre, then you REALLY missed something this year. It was excellent from beginning to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating?  2 thumbs up and an extra large dollop of pluff mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-8333392320174235964?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/8333392320174235964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=8333392320174235964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/8333392320174235964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/8333392320174235964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/denmark-vesey-insurrection.html' title='Denmark Vesey: Insurrection'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RmnVvsvWbaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/njMfK3JSAd8/s72-c/IM000412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-5948540695123001286</id><published>2007-06-03T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:27:08.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowcountry food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charleston &quot;Must Go To&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Piccolo Spoleto Early Music Series</title><content type='html'>After church today I went to the Piccolo Spoleto Early Music Series held at First Scot Presbyterian Church on Meeting Street. The performance today was The Baltimore Consort performing Adew Dundee, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Early and Traditional Music of Scotland.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It began at 3:00. I took my daughter today and we had a wonderful afternoon. The performance was just fantastic. We arrived at 2:10 and the performers were still rehearsing so it was almost like getting 2 performances in one. They allowed us to come in early and we sat and listened to them rehearse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.piccolospoleto.com/schedule/default.aspx?m=6&amp;d=3&amp;amp;perfid=1260"&gt;Piccolo Spoleto Early Music Series&lt;/a&gt; performance today was played on a lot of old world instruments that I had not seen in person before. I had heard of most of them but had not seen them played. Treble viols and tenor viols and rebecs and citterns were the ones that I was not familiar with. I was familiar with the other instruments used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/cittern.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cittern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/rebec.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The music was lovely and they were actually recording the performance for a Spoleto Early Music CD that will be released in a few months. I will be sure to get that as I was there for the live recording!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information on the performers can be found here at the &lt;a href="http://www.baltcons.com/members.htm"&gt;Baltimore Consort&lt;/a&gt; website. They will be performing for most of the remaining days of this week except for the day that Vivaldi Four Seasons will be performed. The Baltimore Consort will be performing a different early music concert each day. My daughter was pleasantly surprised that it was so good. Now that is all that a mother could ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert we went to &lt;a href="http://www.poogansporch.com/"&gt;Poogans Porch&lt;/a&gt; for a fantastic dinner. I had the duck. It was fantastic! My daughter had the low country pasta. She loved it. We both loved the appetizer that we selected....the pimento cheese on toast points. I have never had pimento cheese that was so good. It was homemade, cheesy and hot! Hot pimento cheese takes on an entirely new dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000423.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say &lt;a href="http://www.poogansporch.com/legends.html"&gt;Poogan's Porch is haunted&lt;/a&gt; by its former owners, and the dog Poogan himself. That is what I got from my Haunted Ghost Tour that I took last halloween night. I went there looking for something ghostly to happen. Just as I was about to write it off a tourist ghost hype, I saw a strange, grey cloud like figure/shape fall or float down past the window outside. I could just see it out of the corner of my eye. I got up and looked outside. There was nothing on the ground, yet I saw someting fall. Haunted? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Poogans and the Piccolo Spoleto Early Music Series, get two thumbs up and a dab of pluff mud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter's pasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/pasta-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-5948540695123001286?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5948540695123001286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=5948540695123001286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5948540695123001286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5948540695123001286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/06/piccolo-spoleto-early-music-series.html' title='Piccolo Spoleto Early Music Series'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-960188152947466357</id><published>2007-05-31T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:12:33.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charleston &quot;Must Go To&quot;'/><title type='text'>Sundown Poetry Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thursday evening I took my mother and daughter to the &lt;a href="http://www.piccolospoleto.com/events/default.aspx?progid=3&amp;eventid=16"&gt;Sundown Poetry Series&lt;/a&gt; of Piccolo Spoleto.  &lt;a href="http://www.piccolospoleto.com/events/default.aspx?progid=3&amp;amp;eventid=16&amp;perfid=1391"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hermine Stanyard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was performing at the Dock Street Theatre courtyard. As my daughter had never been to a "real" poetry reading, I thought she would like this. She did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000394.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font id="ucWrap_ucDetails_lblEDesc"&gt;Hermine Stanyard has published two books of poetry, Lingering Thoughts (1992) and Verses for You and Me (1995). Book three is on the way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-960188152947466357?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/960188152947466357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=960188152947466357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/960188152947466357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/960188152947466357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/sundown-poetry-series.html' title='Sundown Poetry Series'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-3032455824892835584</id><published>2007-05-30T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T23:40:46.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/beethoven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was on my way to Barnes and Noble today for a Java chip Frapp. when I heard Moonlight Sonata by &lt;a href="http://w3.rz-berlin.mpg.de/cmp/beethoven.html"&gt;Beethoven&lt;/a&gt; on NPR. Well I just had to get a copy. I also got a cd to replace the cassette that I had from many years ago of Gregorian Chant. Check out my new music that I got today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thehodgepod02-20&amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B0007ZEOEQ&amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width: 120px; height: 240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;iframe style="width: 120px; height: 240px;" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thehodgepod02-20&amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=B0000040ZC&amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-3032455824892835584?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/3032455824892835584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=3032455824892835584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/3032455824892835584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/3032455824892835584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-music.html' title='New Music'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-7209763491022636564</id><published>2007-05-30T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:57:47.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie reviews'/><title type='text'>American Film Festival</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spoleto&lt;/span&gt; American Film Festival held at the Charleston County Library.  The movie today was called Shine.  &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117631/"&gt;Shine&lt;/a&gt; was made in 1996 and it is the true life story of David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Helfgott&lt;/span&gt;. I must say that it was a tragic, riveting movie. It was so very sad. I cried or rather I tried to hold it all in . I could do it no more. When David, played by Geoffrey Rush, cried on stage after he had overcome his illness and was on his way to playing concerts again, I had to let it all out. It was the climax of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rl41iewnODI/AAAAAAAAADI/_MGPnOFvFHs/s1600-h/IM000384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rl41iewnODI/AAAAAAAAADI/_MGPnOFvFHs/s320/IM000384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070549096954542130" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was beautifully done and the music was excellent. I can see why it won an Oscar. Coming from parents who were just as toxic as David's was, it was kind of like seeing some of my early childhood. (Thank god I was stronger than he was..no breakdowns here.) The movie was excellent and the auditorium at the library was not filled up. There were about 20-35 people there. It was a great way to get out of the heat. A movie will be shown every weekday at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;libary&lt;/span&gt; at 1:00pm. The theme for &lt;a href="http://www.piccolospoleto.com/events/default.aspx?progid=3&amp;eventid=12"&gt;The American Film Festival,&lt;/a&gt; this year is real life people and their lives.  The movie tomorrow is Shakespeare in Love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Based on the true story of Australian pianist David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Helfgott&lt;/span&gt;, this delightful movie charts the early and traumatic early years. Telling the story in flashback we see David as he grows up and into a child prodigy while his father abuses him and his siblings with the memory of his childhood in Europe and the loss of his family in the concentration camps. David finally breaks away from his father and goes away to study overseas, he later suffers a breakdown and returns to Australia and a life in an institution. Many years later he is released and through several twists of fate (in reality even more unlikely than film portrays) he starts playing a piano in a bar before finally returning to the concert hall. &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After the movie was over, on the way out I viewed the art exhibit there. It was called: &lt;font style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.piccolospoleto.com/events/default.aspx?progid=10&amp;eventid=274&amp;amp;perfid=1343"&gt;Viewpoint: Charleston Kids With Cameras&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;  The pictures were quite good.   It is a good program that   helps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;underprivileged&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="ucWrap_ucDetails_lblEDesc"&gt;youth ages 7-12 from the Meeting Street Manor Housing Authority Residence and the Charleston Developmental Academy.  If you have the time check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="ucWrap_ucDetails_lblEDesc"&gt;It was yet another great Spoleto day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pluff&lt;/span&gt; mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-7209763491022636564?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7209763491022636564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=7209763491022636564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7209763491022636564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7209763491022636564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/american-film-festival.html' title='American Film Festival'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rl41iewnODI/AAAAAAAAADI/_MGPnOFvFHs/s72-c/IM000384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-7135721998698329975</id><published>2007-05-29T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:30:00.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charleston &quot;Must Go To&quot;'/><title type='text'>Piccolo Spoleto Outdoor Juried Art Exhibition</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today for my Spoleto event I went to the Piccolo Spoleto Outdoor Juired Art Exhibition. I spent about 2 hours at Marion Square just walking and seeing all the art there. Needless to say I did not see it all. At the &lt;a href="http://www.piccolospoleto.com/events/default.aspx?progid=10&amp;eventid=259&amp;amp;perfid=1280"&gt;Piccolo Spoleto Outdoor Juried Art Exhibition&lt;/a&gt; I was actually able to speak to some of the artists. It was not crazy like the weekend was with so many people. We had room to walk and mingle without the pressing cramping of a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had already seen the  exhibit at the Visitor Center this past weekend I was thrilled to meet &lt;a href="http://www.martybiernbaum.com/"&gt;Marty Biernbaum&lt;/a&gt; who has Southern Pears on exhibit at the Visitor Center. I told her I had seen her work at the Visitor Center and thought it was a very interesting piece. At Marion Square I was able to see the rest of the pear collection. Very nicely done. The detail was great as well as the different "pear" scenarios. I was able to sign up for her mailing list. She will be having a gallery event later this year that she will be sending out invitations for. I would like to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I also got to talk to &lt;a href="http://www.heglerart.com/"&gt;Will Hegler&lt;/a&gt;. His work was just amazing to me. He explained to my mother and I that it was a combination of mosaics, pointillism and stained glass. There was a picture on display of the new Ravenel Bridge that was just amazing. He told me that he submitted it to be the poster for the Bridge Run this year. While it was not chosen, he got an honorable mention. He then took out his portfolio and showed he the picture of the old bridge where it was chosen back in 2003.....I think that is the year he told me. The detail was something I just could not describe to anyone else. You have to see it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/in_the_salt_breeze.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We stopped at many other booths and spoke to a few other artists. The two most impressive to me were the two above. We stopped by Kent Ambler and saw his woodcut prints. We also went to the booth of the winner this year of the poster...Elaine Berlin. Caryn Smith also had some lovely works as well and so did Margaret de Ruyter Connell. We saw many more. We came to the booth or should I say booths owed by the &lt;a href="http://www.spencerartgallery.com/paintings-cbs.htm"&gt;Spencer's&lt;/a&gt;. I liked the work by Mrs. Spencer and not so much Mr. Spencer. My mother was the exact opposite. She liked Mr. Spencer over Mrs. Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The two pieces I like the most were kind of hidden away on the back panel. They were not there but there was a girl or young woman manning the booths for them today. On the left side and I forget the name now.. was a scene from Italy that had beautiful purple and pink fields of flowers. On the right was a picture the young woman called the "Italian cat." Those were my favorites by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There was so much art to see that there was no way to see to all in one day. A second trip will be required to see the rest. I know I will find some other marvelous works of art to marvel at when we return. It was another great Spoleto day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-7135721998698329975?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7135721998698329975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=7135721998698329975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7135721998698329975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7135721998698329975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/piccolo-spoleto-outdoor-juired-art.html' title='Piccolo Spoleto Outdoor Juried Art Exhibition'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-7691467035315412816</id><published>2007-05-29T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T17:35:58.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowcountry food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charleston &quot;Must Go To&quot;'/><title type='text'>Joe Pasta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today after Spoletoing my mother and I ate at Joe Pasta. It is good casual Italian food. I had never been there before. Well, as soon as I walked in the door I was greeted by one of my former classmates from Bishop England from the late 1970's. I do not think that I have seen him since high school. That was a good sign. The place was packed and I think that the kitchen was on Spoleto overload. Our food was a bit slow in coming but when it did it was worth the wait. My mother actually had her pasta about 10 minutes before my Greek wrap came out. And we were actually served before a table of 6 got there food who were there waiting long before we must have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/pasta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My mother ordered the build your own pasta: spinach noodles with Alfredo sauce and chicken. Muy bien! I had the Greek chicken wrap. It was marvelous! Would I eat there again. Yes. I give Joe Pasta two thumbs up and a big dab of pluff mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Joe Pasta :   428 King St,  Charleston, SC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuisines&lt;/b&gt;: Italian&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Average price*&lt;/b&gt;: $8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tel&lt;/b&gt;:  843-965-5252&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-7691467035315412816?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7691467035315412816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=7691467035315412816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7691467035315412816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7691467035315412816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/joe-pasta.html' title='Joe Pasta'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-5709920473179426983</id><published>2007-05-29T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T16:52:04.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Backyard Blooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlySEuwnOCI/AAAAAAAAADA/cuSL8w_Mu2c/s1600-h/IM000200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlySEuwnOCI/AAAAAAAAADA/cuSL8w_Mu2c/s320/IM000200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070087890481395746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-5709920473179426983?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5709920473179426983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=5709920473179426983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5709920473179426983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5709920473179426983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/backyard-blooms.html' title='Backyard Blooms'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlySEuwnOCI/AAAAAAAAADA/cuSL8w_Mu2c/s72-c/IM000200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-7455709399274029912</id><published>2007-05-29T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:55:34.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phillip simmons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Phillip Simmons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/phillipsimmons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;About a month ago I was in the Barnes and Noble in the West Ashley area and just by chance Phillip Simmons was there doing a book signing. I was elated. I got the chance to meet him and I got a signed copy of his book. The book is called Charleston Blacksmith, The Work of Phillip Simmons. He is a legend and if you have noticed any of the iron work in the Charleston downtown area, it most likely is his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/0101simmons_anvil-sepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philipsimmons.org/aboutsimmons.html"&gt;Phillip Simmons&lt;/a&gt; learned his craft from a local blacksmith named Peter Simmons, who ran a busy shop at the foot of Calhoun Street. In 1938 he got into the ornamental work you see around the city today. Simmons has fashioned more than five hundred decorative pieces of ornamental wrought iron: gates, fences, balconies, and window grills. In 1982, the National Endowment for the Arts awarded him its National Heritage Fellowship, the highest honor that the United States can bestow on a traditional artist. This recognition was followed by a similar award by the South Carolina state legislature for "lifetime achievement" and commissions for public sculptures by the South Carolina State Museum and the city of Charleston. For more about him follow the link.&lt;br /&gt;If you want a copy of the book I just got, check it out on amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=thehodgepod02-20&amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;amp;asins=0872498352&amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width: 120px; height: 240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-7455709399274029912?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7455709399274029912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=7455709399274029912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7455709399274029912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/7455709399274029912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/phillip-simmons.html' title='Phillip Simmons'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-5354190894391542401</id><published>2007-05-29T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:23:59.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charleston &quot;Must Go To&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beaches'/><title type='text'>The Edge of America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwZp-wnN9I/AAAAAAAAACY/l-gLcijbHw0/s1600-h/beach+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwZp-wnN9I/AAAAAAAAACY/l-gLcijbHw0/s320/beach+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069955489524561874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memorial Day was spent in a very classic way. I debated on seeing &lt;a href="http://tickets.spoletousa.org/eventperformances.asp?evt=1"&gt;the Constant Wife&lt;/a&gt; about a week ago when tickets were still available but decided to spent the day at the beach. I also felt like it would be impossible to go to a night Spoleto event as we would be exhausted from the sun. I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loaded up the car and took my family to Folly Beach County Park. &lt;a href="http://www.follybeach.com/"&gt;Folly Beach&lt;/a&gt; is one of my very favorite places to go regardless of the weather. Rain or shine. I love the beach in the rain. You find the best shells then. They are being thrown up from the bottom of the sea. The breeze on yesterday was constant and it was just right. Not too hot and not too cool. I did get a slight tan. I can see swimsuit marks on my shoulders. It was a great day of leisure. After four and a half hours we called it a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwXZ-wnN7I/AAAAAAAAACI/f74X4m9awd4/s1600-h/IM000220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwXZ-wnN7I/AAAAAAAAACI/f74X4m9awd4/s320/IM000220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069953015623399346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwXaewnN8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-DvyZ7bRnCA/s1600-h/IM000239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwXaewnN8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/-DvyZ7bRnCA/s320/IM000239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069953024213333954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwbAOwnOAI/AAAAAAAAACw/-IVlnJgoarQ/s1600-h/dune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwbAOwnOAI/AAAAAAAAACw/-IVlnJgoarQ/s320/dune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069956971288279042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwaTOwnN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/l39pMGGoZfs/s1600-h/ubrella+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwaTOwnN-I/AAAAAAAAACg/l39pMGGoZfs/s320/ubrella+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069956198194165730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwaTuwnN_I/AAAAAAAAACo/M9-h8zDanK0/s1600-h/IM000369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwaTuwnN_I/AAAAAAAAACo/M9-h8zDanK0/s320/IM000369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069956206784100338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwbAuwnOBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YDCWHVqRI9w/s1600-h/IM000367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwbAuwnOBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/YDCWHVqRI9w/s320/IM000367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069956979878213650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-5354190894391542401?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5354190894391542401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=5354190894391542401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5354190894391542401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5354190894391542401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/edge-of-america.html' title='The Edge of America'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwZp-wnN9I/AAAAAAAAACY/l-gLcijbHw0/s72-c/beach+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-346594026863097793</id><published>2007-05-28T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:34:36.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowcountry food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charleston &quot;Must Go To&quot;'/><title type='text'>Piccolo Spoleto 23rd Annual Juried Art Exhibition</title><content type='html'>We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.piccolospoleto.com/events/default.aspx?progid=10&amp;eventid=261&amp;amp;perfid=1282"&gt;Piccolo Spoleto 23rd Annual Juried Art Exhibition&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday. It was a day of art, dessert and walking the Charleston Market. Luckily there is parking at the Visitor Center. We were unable to get into the front short term parking as it was full. I did not waste time driving around looking for a meter there. We went straight into the parking garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwN3uwnN4I/AAAAAAAAABw/qR1Y9Flnlr0/s1600-h/Rembrandts_Favorite_100x149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwN3uwnN4I/AAAAAAAAABw/qR1Y9Flnlr0/s320/Rembrandts_Favorite_100x149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069942531608229762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The exhibit was lovely and I did find a few favorites.  One of the best was a piece called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wisteria&lt;/span&gt;.  You know I am all about &lt;a href="http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2006/10/wisteria.html"&gt;wisteria&lt;/a&gt;! I just love it! As I walked around I saw that there was a little bit of everything. Even some very odd pieces. (I wrote the names down on a little slip of paper and put it in a safe place....who knows where that safe place is now) I guess I will just have to describe the pieces if I can't recall the name. I do remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Southern Pear&lt;/span&gt;.  It was almost disturbing.   They were pears with breasts.  Very odd that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The piece called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sisters&lt;/span&gt;really was a contrast between ways of life and really brings home that it takes all types to make up this world. There were some mixed media collage pieces that were very pretty. I really like the one that had some bible verses worked into it. That was lovely. The detail was incredible. Some of the photography was excellent. There was only one piece that seemed really odd. It had the quality of a third grader drawing. No definition of fingers and toes. It was a person from the rear rendered like a school child would draw. That was the only one that did not seem to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Others were just a little scary--or so my daughter thought. These I do not recall names. I might have to go back there to get them. There was a painting on a back wall of a man on the stairs in a sort of greenish/blue glow. His eyes seemed to be on you no matter where you stood. He was always watching. Then there were some face closeups. One was a woman who had an eye and then 1/2 of a pair of glasses on the other. Odd. The other scary one was of a girls face with one distorted eye. I explained to my daughter that it was all art. Even the ones she thought looked a little scary. I explained the art forms out there were varied as well and this was all a part of exposing her and broadening her horizons. She actually went back to some of those and really looked at them again. (My job as mother was done)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that we decided to go to the Charleston Market and walk around. Can we say Spoleto Parking from HELL! We spent at least 45 minutes looking for a parking space at a meter or a parking garage that was not FULL that was close by. Finally I decided to just park at the garage near the bank. They charge more than anyone else I have seen but I just wanted to park at that point. They charge $1.00 for every 20 minutes. Crooks! I ended up paying them $8.00 for parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We parked and went to &lt;a href="http://www.blackmarketminerals.com/"&gt;Black Market Minerals&lt;/a&gt; and at first just window shopped. Who can do that in there. We ended up buying mood rings and other gemmed items. It was girly fun! We walked the entire market from end to end marveling at all the items on display. They before going home we had dessert at one of my favorite places Kaminsky's. It is a Charleston Must Go To Place when you visit here. &lt;a href="http://www.tbonz.com/Kam.asp?catID=1837"&gt;Kaminsky's&lt;/a&gt; is a dessert and coffee cafe. They have a vast array of coffees that would rival Starbucks, as well as a full beer, wine and liquor selection. The desserts are made fresh each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwQZOwnN5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/t38P_K0Ro1Q/s1600-h/kam_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwQZOwnN5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/t38P_K0Ro1Q/s320/kam_logo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069945306157102994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Most people go there for dessert. I had the Italian Creme Cake and my daughter had the Pound of Chocolate, chocolate cake. They were both out of this world! I had the house blend coffee. We had excellent service by the server who helped us. It is my place to go if I was having a bad day. Chocolate always makes things better. Chocolate and a tiara. After that we headed home all sugared and caffeined up! It was a great Spoleto day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwQZOwnN6I/AAAAAAAAACA/CPRgchPDoYg/s1600-h/italcrmcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwQZOwnN6I/AAAAAAAAACA/CPRgchPDoYg/s320/italcrmcake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069945306157103010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-346594026863097793?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/346594026863097793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=346594026863097793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/346594026863097793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/346594026863097793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/piccolo-spoleto-23rd-annual-juried-art.html' title='Piccolo Spoleto 23rd Annual Juried Art Exhibition'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlwN3uwnN4I/AAAAAAAAABw/qR1Y9Flnlr0/s72-c/Rembrandts_Favorite_100x149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-6582029165192394724</id><published>2007-05-27T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T06:42:08.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reggae block dance'/><title type='text'>The Reggae Block Dance: Piccolo Spoleto</title><content type='html'>I have been to the Reggae Block Dance a few times in the past, but I had not been in the last three years. I was determined to go this year. As it usually is, it was at the Customs House. It was hosted this year by&lt;a href="http://www.myetv.org/radio/programs/roots_musik_karamu/"&gt; Osei Chandler&lt;/a&gt; and featured&lt;span id="ucWrap_ucDetails_lblEDesc"&gt; African drumming, dance and reggae music by the Dis n Dat Band and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ucWrap_ucDetails_lblEDesc"&gt;Grammy Award nominee &lt;a href="http://www.patobanton.com/"&gt;PATO BANTON&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="ucWrap_ucDetails_lblEDesc"&gt;I wanted to be sure that I did not have to stand so I left West Ashley around 5:30 as I knew that there would be no parking to be found. I drove around in circles for a very long time trying to find just one single parking meter open. NONE! I finally parked in the small lot on Market Street. I took my daughter with me and we walked on down through the throng of people to the Customs House. When we arrived there was still plenty of open steps left at The Customs House. We went almost to the top so that we were just about eye level with the stage. It was a beautiful night and the wind off the water was just heavenly. I would say we got there around 6:15 so we had quite a while to sit. The place began to fill up fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlubZOwnN0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/udeeC_HTMPc/s1600-h/IM000357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlubZOwnN0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/udeeC_HTMPc/s320/IM000357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069816663296653122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The wind was picking up and thank goodness I wore long sleeves or I would have been a little cool. With that said my nose began to run and since I had changed purses to match my outfit I did not have all my normal things with me. I had no Kleenex with me. So I dispatched my daughter off to the closest vendor who was to the right of us under the white tent in the picture above to get me three napkins for my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I could tell when she asked that one of black women manning the booth was not going to give her the napkins. Her neck and body posture said it all and she was talking, talking talking with my child just standing there. I mean, it does not take but a second to say here is a napkin and give it to her. After about a minute of her standing there, I saw another lady at the booth hand my daughters napkins and she came back to me. I asked her what happened and she said the first old biddy (and that is me being nice) was all over her saying that the napkins were for customers and that she could not have them and when my daughter said okay and turned to leave, the one who was doing all the talking told the other lady at the booth to give my daughter the three napkins. As my daughter left, this same woman told her that she had better not see her buying food from any other vendor but her that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can you believe that? I was all ready to march back down there and give her a piece of mind and give her back some snotty napkins. I said no....I was not going to let this woman's bad attitude spoil my evening. She had just lost two customers. We had not eaten any dinner and we had been thinking of buying food from that booth. They were close to where we were sitting. Needless to say we went hungry that evening. On the way home we stopped at Wendy's and got a burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The evening began with the African drumming and it was fun. There was a lot of audience participation with people going up on stage. Of course there was one wild and crazy guy in the front who was dancing all over, wildly as if he had no cares in the world. There is always one like that. He was over the top with the dancing. Very entertaining and I guess some of us were secretly wishing we could be that free and wild in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rlue3uwnN1I/AAAAAAAAABY/91iXVexjtEI/s1600-h/IM000358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rlue3uwnN1I/AAAAAAAAABY/91iXVexjtEI/s320/IM000358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069820485817546578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next performers were the Dis N Dat Band.  I had not heard of them before.  They were pretty good!   Here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rlufx-wnN2I/AAAAAAAAABg/PJjo72fNKTU/s1600-h/IM000359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Rlufx-wnN2I/AAAAAAAAABg/PJjo72fNKTU/s320/IM000359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069821486544926562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The act that followed this was a young man who attends &lt;a href="http://soa.ccsdschools.com/home.aspx"&gt;The School of the Arts&lt;/a&gt;: Daniel Davis. He played a mean violin. He was absolutely out of this world with the talent and skill that he displayed. He played "popular" hip hop/vocal songs from current artists. He was excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the main event: Pato Banton. He was wonderful as well. I was thinking of trying to make it over to his booth to buy a CD but the crowds were just overwhelming by that time. I would just have to get it late on line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RluhpuwnN3I/AAAAAAAAABo/5XY_d4O-zhQ/s1600-h/pato+banton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RluhpuwnN3I/AAAAAAAAABo/5XY_d4O-zhQ/s320/pato+banton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069823543834261362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I decided to leave before the show was over. I wanted to try to beat the crowds. We left about 10:25 pm which gave us just enough lead time to get out of the lot and get home. The Reggae Block Dance was great and of course it is one of the free events. You can't beat that. If you missed it this year, plan to attend next year. You won't be disappointed. Who can be disappointed with cool breezes and rhythmic reggae music to dance in the streets to? It was a night for reggae magic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-6582029165192394724?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/6582029165192394724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=6582029165192394724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/6582029165192394724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/6582029165192394724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/reggae-block-dance-piccolo-spoleto.html' title='The Reggae Block Dance: Piccolo Spoleto'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/RlubZOwnN0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/udeeC_HTMPc/s72-c/IM000357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-5033435539280976694</id><published>2007-05-27T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T06:41:25.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fort Sumter'/><title type='text'>The Almost Three Hour Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.spiritlinecruises.com/sumter_overview.asp"&gt;Fort Sumter Tour&lt;/a&gt;. I have not been on that since a trip in grade school. I decided to go by myself to see it as an adult. It was very educational as I learned more than I ever wanted to know. One thing that the tour guys wanted us to be sure not to believe anymore was that the first shots of the civil war was fired from Charleston. It was not. It was fired from a fort in the area which was a signal for all the other forts to begin firing upon Fort Sumter. It was an overcast day, cool and very breezy on the boat. I picked up the tour right at the &lt;a href="http://www.scaquarium.org/"&gt;Charleston Aquarium&lt;/a&gt; near the &lt;a href="http://www.charlestonimax.com/"&gt;IMax Theatre&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 391px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;As we got underway there were all sorts of other boats at sea as well.  Ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 149px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here we are as we finally arrive.  The trips to and from were delightful...all that fresh sea air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;On December 20, 1860 South Carolina delegates to a special secession convention voted unanimously to secede from the United States of America. In November, Abraham Lincoln had been elected President of the United States with little support from the southern states. The critical significance of this election was expressed in South Carolina’s Declaration of the Immediate Causes of Secession: “A geographical line has been drawn across the Union, and all states north of that line have united in the election of a man to the high office of president of the United States, whose opinions and purposes are hostile to slavery.” The Declaration claimed that secession was justified because the Federal government had violated the constitutional compact by encroaching upon the rights of the sovereign states. As the primary violation, the Declaration listed the failure of 14 northern states to enforce the Federal Fugitive Slave Act or to restrict the actions of antislavery organizations. “Thus the constituted compact has been deliberately broken and disregarded by the non-slaveholding States, and the consequence follows that South Carolina is released from her obligation.” The Declaration expressed South Carolina’s fear that “The slaveholding states will no longer have the power of self-government, or self-protection, and the Federal Government will have become their enemy.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 102px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/oeo/IM000312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-5033435539280976694?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5033435539280976694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=5033435539280976694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5033435539280976694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5033435539280976694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/almost-three-hour-tour.html' title='The Almost Three Hour Tour'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-2734404162360993495</id><published>2007-05-27T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T06:41:43.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoleto'/><title type='text'>It is Spoleto Time!</title><content type='html'>It is the time of year that I love the most in Charleston. It is Spoleto time! It is my chance to go Spoletoing....yes I invented that word. Spoletoing! I get to dress up, play tourist and enrich myself in the cultural events around town. Last year I went to at least 10 events. I had a great time last year. This year I have my camera ready and will attempt to chronical my "tourist in plain sight" activities. &lt;div class="left"&gt;        &lt;h2&gt;About Spoleto Festival USA&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;a href="http://tickets.spoletousa.org/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoleto Festival 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spoleto Festival USA was founded in 1977 by Gian Carlo Menotti, Christopher Keene and others involved in the Festival of Two Worlds as the American counterpart to that festival held annually in Spoleto, Italy. A Pulitzer Prize-winning composer, Menotti began the Italian festival in 1958 as a forum for young American artists in Europe. The festival quickly became a haven for a large group of artists, both traditional and experimental, who found the mix of dance, theater, opera, music, and the visual arts to be both exciting and stimulating.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When the organizers of the Festival of Two Worlds planned an American festival, they searched for an American city that would offer the charm of Spoleto, Italy, and also its wealth of theaters, churches, and other performance spaces. Charleston, South Carolina was the perfect counterpart. The city is small enough to be dominated by nonstop arts events during the 17-day festival, but also large and sophisticated enough to provide a knowledgeable audience and appropriate theaters. Furthermore,Charleston has an extensive history of involvement with the arts from housing America’s first theater and ballet companies to housing the oldest musical organization in the country.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Spoleto Festival USA has maintained traditions of the Festival of Two Worlds such as a dedication to young artists, a fascination with contemporary effort, an enthusiasm for providing unusual performance opportunities to recognized masters in their fields, and a commitment to all forms of the performing arts. Each year, audience members experience a broad range of artistic styles and forms, including classical ballet; modern and post-modern dance; opera; chamber, symphonic, and choral music; jazz; theater; and visual arts. Spoleto has earned a reputation for offering programs of the highest artistic caliber, supporting new and innovative works, nurturing outstanding young artists, and expanding public appreciation of the arts. This focus has brought the festival international acclaim year after year.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-2734404162360993495?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/2734404162360993495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=2734404162360993495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/2734404162360993495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/2734404162360993495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-is-spoleto-time.html' title='It is Spoleto Time!'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-67640496098822304</id><published>2007-02-13T11:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T16:54:46.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluff Mud-Mud Treatments</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=2 FACE="Verdana"&gt;Pluff mud has become much more than just a rich, organic material that feeds our crops. It has developed into an icon of the Lowcountry, something that says you&amp;#8217;re here and you know it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=2 FACE="Verdana"&gt;When Chris Fulks started Pluff Mud Properties, his property and management company, coming up with the name was natural.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=2 FACE="Verdana"&gt;&amp;#8220;Pluff mud has kind of a cult following, and I wanted to key in on that,&amp;#8221; Fulks says. &amp;#8220;A woman from New York asked me why I would associate myself with such a disgusting smell. Obviously, I decided not to work with her.&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=2 FACE="Verdana"&gt;Those in the hospitality business want some of that Lowcountry connection as well. The Spa at the Inn at Palmetto Bluff in Bluffton developed an entire Lowcountry menu of treatments and treats, including one of their most popular &amp;#8211; a palmetto pluff mud wrap.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=2 FACE="Verdana"&gt;&amp;#8220;We sent an actual pluff mud sample to a laboratory and had them recreate it for us specifically, taking out anything harmful. They also dampened that harsh, fishy smell,&amp;#8221; says Raye Fetzner, director of the spa.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=2 FACE="Verdana"&gt;The spa&amp;#8217;s most popular couples treatment incorporates the pluff mud wrap. This private treatment is called Spa Boggin&amp;#8217;, which begins with a detoxifying steam and piney sea salt exfoliation. Then the couple applies the pluff mud to each other and relaxes wrapped in linens. Champagne and strawberries or oysters are served while the couple soaks in a Spanish moss and citrus bath, and the finale is a massage. The whole treatment takes 2 1/2 hours.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=2 FACE="Verdana"&gt;&amp;#8220;Couples love it,&amp;#8221; Fetzner says. &amp;#8220;We do between two and five spa boggins a week.&amp;#8221;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=2 FACE="Verdana"&gt;Is pluff mud the mud of love? Should we even be asking if there is a &amp;#8220;mud of love&amp;#8221;? Who knows &amp;#8211; it&amp;#8217;s the Lowcountry after all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-67640496098822304?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/67640496098822304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=67640496098822304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/67640496098822304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/67640496098822304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/02/pluff-mud-mud-treatments.html' title='Pluff Mud-Mud Treatments'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-5701963340601683000</id><published>2007-02-08T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:58:59.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Nicole Smith Dead at 39 </title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Reality star&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A HREF="javascript:siteSearch('Anna%20Nicole%20Smith');"&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#B24B45" SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Anna Nicole Smith&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt; died Thursday after collapsing at a South Florida hotel, one of her lawyers said.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Smith, 39, did not respond to CPR, and her boyfriend,&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A HREF="javascript:siteSearch('Howard%20K.%20Stern');"&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#B24B45" SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Howard K. Stern&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;, 38, was with her when she passed, her attorney, Ron Rale, told FOX News.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;The former Playboy Playmate was found unresponsive Thursday in her Seminole Hard Rock Cafe Hotel and Casino room in Hollywood, Fla.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Emergency responders performed CPR at the scene and a breathing apparatus was inserted in her throat, hotel officials told TMZ.com. Smith was immediately transported to Memorial Regional Hospital in Hollywood just after 2 p.m. EST.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Local streets were closed off to rush Smith to the hospital, three miles away. Paramedics were seen pumping her chest as she was taken from the hotel.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;Stern told &amp;quot;Entertainment Tonight&amp;quot; that her temperature was running high Wednesday night and that the couple had been in Florida shopping for a new boat.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Arial"&gt;&amp;quot;She checked in Monday at 8 p.m. as a guest. She was due to check out tomorrow,&amp;quot; said Danielle Giordaano, a spokeswoman for the Hard Rock Hotel.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-5701963340601683000?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5701963340601683000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=5701963340601683000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5701963340601683000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5701963340601683000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/02/anna-nicole-smith-dead-at-39.html' title='Anna Nicole Smith Dead at 39 '/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-391008321718607984</id><published>2007-02-02T16:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T16:58:59.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look to the Future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=2 FACE="Comic Sans MS"&gt;Maybe you're not overjoyed about how things worked out. There's nothing you can do about it now. If the past continues to haunt you, the only ways to change it are through rewriting your memories or blocking them out altogether. Shifting your focus would help a lot, too. Stop looking backward all the time. Turn your gaze to the future. Starting now, this is where you can make a difference. Let your previously learned lessons guide you without forcing your hand. Circumstances will be different every time. Respond to the current conditions and make something completely new. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-391008321718607984?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/391008321718607984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=391008321718607984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/391008321718607984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/391008321718607984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/02/look-to-future.html' title='Look to the Future!'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-5353961426187539689</id><published>2007-02-01T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:33:06.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Converted from text/rtf format --&gt;  &lt;P DIR=LTR&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt;Rain.&amp;nbsp; Looks like it is here to stay!&amp;nbsp; I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt;just wish it&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt; were a little warmer.&amp;nbsp; I think I lost a pair of black leather gloves with fax trim at&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt;the&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt; cuffs.&amp;nbsp; I just love them and I was wearing them earlier this week.&amp;nbsp; Now they seemed to have disappeared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt;I think it happened at the Food Lion.&amp;nbsp; I called there and of course they said they did not have them in their lost and found.&amp;nbsp; I will look&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt;a&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt;g&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt;ain&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt; at home and in the car.&amp;nbsp; Man,&amp;nbsp; I hope I find them.&amp;nbsp; They were just great!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="#6A1189" FACE="Clarendon Cd (W1)"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN LANG="en-us"&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-5353961426187539689?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5353961426187539689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=5353961426187539689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5353961426187539689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/5353961426187539689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/02/grey-day.html' title='Grey Day'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-199767960897637717</id><published>2007-01-16T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:44:19.564-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Francis Marion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Have Nots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><title type='text'>A Taste of India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Ra2NdwGBS1I/AAAAAAAAABA/Gl7WAr8qEII/s1600-h/liquid+fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Ra2NdwGBS1I/AAAAAAAAABA/Gl7WAr8qEII/s320/liquid+fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020824701853846354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Eve, my friends and I hit the streets to attend First Night Charleston. We have a good time at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marion_Square_%28Charleston%29"&gt;Marion Square&lt;/a&gt;. We saw &lt;a href="http://www.thehavenots.com/"&gt;The Have Nots&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.francismarioncharleston.com/"&gt;Francis Marion Hotel&lt;/a&gt; Ballroom and they were great. After that we had dinner at A Taste of India on King Street. The food was wonderful! The menu offers North Indian fare featuring curry dishes, chicken tikka masala, and onion naan. I had the lamb that was cooked in a clay oven. It was out of this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-199767960897637717?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/199767960897637717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=199767960897637717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/199767960897637717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/199767960897637717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2007/01/taste-of-india.html' title='A Taste of India'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_poag4JJ-1ec/Ra2NdwGBS1I/AAAAAAAAABA/Gl7WAr8qEII/s72-c/liquid+fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-9081242343072710420</id><published>2006-10-08T03:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T03:27:50.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisteria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Wisteria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2556/1382/1600/wisteria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2556/1382/320/wisteria.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisteria is my favorite springtime flower!  When  I see wisteria, I know spring is here.  I long to see some now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-9081242343072710420?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/9081242343072710420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=9081242343072710420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/9081242343072710420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/9081242343072710420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2006/10/wisteria.html' title='Wisteria'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-111138695282551240</id><published>2005-03-21T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:32:13.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowcountry food'/><title type='text'>Benne Candy and Wafers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While I have not had any benne candy in years...may be even more than 5 years. I love the candy and the wafers. They are good and also good for you. The best place to buy it is down in the Market in Charleston. Good to the last bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Benne cakes are a food from West Africa introduced to this area by slaves. "Benne" means sesame seeds. The sesame seeds are eaten for good luck. Wafers and cookies made from benne are now a part of Kwanzaa ("first fruit" in Swahili), the African-American family festival that lasts from December 26 through January 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;3/4 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;       1 ½ cups brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;       2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;       1 ½ cups flour&lt;br /&gt;       ½ cup sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;       1 teaspoon vanilla&lt;br /&gt;       1/4 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;       (&lt;strong&gt;OPTIONAL:&lt;/strong&gt; Add just a "jot" of sesame oil to          the butter and sugar while creaming the mixture.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cream butter and sugar together and mix with other ingredients in the order given. Drop with a teaspoon onto a well-greased cookie pan, far enough apart to allow spreading while baking. Bake in a 325 degree F oven for 7-10 minutes. (Yield: 7 dozen.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-111138695282551240?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/111138695282551240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=111138695282551240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111138695282551240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111138695282551240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2005/03/benne-candy-and-wafers.html' title='Benne Candy and Wafers'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-111086616391207690</id><published>2005-03-15T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:33:53.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><title type='text'>Quick!  Get the Broom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/americanroach.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;While this blog is about all the things I love about the low country it is not complete without my most worrisome pest besides &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/avatar6.bmp"&gt;spiders&lt;/a&gt;. Tonight I was using my mouse and something velvety brushed the top of my hand. I did not see anything but I immediately thought that I was not alone. I thought it was a roach. I did not see anything and I looked around for it, broom in hand. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had not see a roach since last summer. Spring is almost here so I guess they are coming out of hiding. I felt the flutter about 3 hours ago. The cat now is doing crazy things under the computer. Damn! There it is. Let me go get the broom. A little red roach. He is now on his way to China via water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am glad to say that I only see about 2-3 roaches a year and I do believe that they come in from outside. While they are eating them on &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Fear_Factor/index.shtml"&gt;Fear Factor&lt;/a&gt;, I am killing them here and flushiong them out to sea! Some stores here used to sell chocolate covered roaches. I passed on that one. They are just too dirty for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;They are impossible to get rid of once you become infested. These roach facts are kind of scary...no wonder they are so hard to get rid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Some female cockroaches mate once and are pregnant for the rest of their lives&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;A cockroach can live a week without its head. The roach only dies because without a mouth, it can't drink water and dies of thirst.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; A cockroach heart is nothing but a simple tube with valves. The tube can pump blood backwards and forwards in the insect. The heart can even stop moving without harming the roach.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Young cockroaches need only a crack as thin as a dime (about .5mm wide) to crawl into. Adult males can squeeze into a space of 1.6mm or the thickness of a quarter. Pregnant females need the most space to hide: 4.5mm or a space as tall as two stacked nickels.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Roaches can live without food for a month, but will only survive a week without water.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Most species of roaches live in the tropics. But roaches live all over the world, including the North and South Poles. Pest cockroachs can withstand temperatures as cold as 32°F (0°C), but will die if the temperature goes much below that. In extremely cold places, however, they survive by moving in with humans&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:COMIC SANS MS;"&gt;What!?!  Roaches                  can swim?  That's right.  A roach can hold                  its breath for 40 minutes too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Maybe my roach is not on its' way to China long drowned. Maybe he is just going for a 40 minute underwater swim. Well at least he is not in this house anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-111086616391207690?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/111086616391207690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=111086616391207690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111086616391207690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111086616391207690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2005/03/quick-get-broom.html' title='Quick!  Get the Broom!'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-111070501206822127</id><published>2005-03-13T03:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:32:28.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowcountry food'/><title type='text'>Grits for Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Who doesn't start the day with grits? I like to and I will have you to know that grits have become food that is served in fine restaurants now. Shrimp and Grits are on most menus everywhere and not just in the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/B0002XIC0A.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like grits cooked with milk. The texture is creamy and when you go to most restaurants it is made with grits. I grew up with grits made with water. Once you have it made with milk you never go back. The first time I had grits in a restaurant that was made with milk instead of water was at a wonderful restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.redbonealley.com/home.html"&gt;Red Bone Alley&lt;/a&gt; in florence.      They make a wonderful dish called Low Country Shrimp and Grits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now you can make this dish at home. Gone are my days of just plain grits and butter. If it does not have the onions, cheese and all that other stuff it is not grits. And I make it like that for breakfast. Plain grits just won't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What are grits? Some of you out in the blogosphere may never have tried them. It is basically ground corn with the consistency of oatmeal. For the detailed process of &lt;a href="http://www.grits.com/discript.htm"&gt;what are grits ?  check here.&lt;/a&gt;    Grits are found everywhere.  Just check your local supermarket.  I like &lt;a href="http://www.quakergrits.com/QG_Products/quickgrits.htm"&gt;Quaker&lt;/a&gt; the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yep...the day just has to start with grits.  It just won't be right without grits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some people have taken grits to a new and possible low level.   Can we say &lt;a href="http://www.gritsfest.com/"&gt;Grits Festival.&lt;/a&gt; It is a day of fun and a lot of southern cities have them but craziness goes on there. Rolling around in huge vats full fo grits to see who can get the most grits on them is crazy! the local Grits Festival here in South Carolina is coming up. The World Grits Festival will be held April 15-17 in &lt;a href="http://www.charmingtowns.com/dorchester_county/saint_george/"&gt;St. George, S.C.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt; Good gawd, ya'll, grits have gone Up Town.That's right!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Americans eat about 100 million pounds of grits each year. And that' s not all consumed south of the Mason-Dixon line. In fact, grits are eaten in every state of the Union, usually by Southerners who have been transplanted there.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anything as popular as grits deserves its own annual festival. So each April the good folks of St. George, S.C., stage their annual World Grits Festival which draws tens of thousands of grits lovers, and some of the curious, to their town about an hour west of Charleston.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The highlight of the festival has to the Rolling in the Grits competition. A kiddie pool is filled with cooked grits and contestants dive in and coat themselves with as much grits as possible in 10 seconds. Contestants wear big hats and loose pants with lots of pockets because the person with the most pounds of grits on his or her body wins the $75 first prize.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-111070501206822127?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/111070501206822127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=111070501206822127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111070501206822127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111070501206822127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2005/03/grits-for-breakfast.html' title='Grits for Breakfast'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-111060085568715909</id><published>2005-03-12T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:32:47.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowcountry food'/><title type='text'>Charleston She Crab Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/she_crab_soup.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;p&gt;1 small onion, minced&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons butter&lt;br /&gt;1 pound crabmeat (about 12 crabs)&lt;br /&gt;1 quart milk&lt;br /&gt;2 cups light cream&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon mace&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon white pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt, or to taste&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup dry sherry&lt;br /&gt;2 egg yolks&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup orange crab roe&lt;br /&gt;Rind of 1 lemon, grated&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sautee onion gently in the butter, add crabmeat, and set aside. Heat milk and cream in the top of a double boiler, add crab meat and onion, seasonings, and sherry. Cover, and let steep over very low heat for 30 to 45 minutes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Beat the egg yolks, pour a little of the hot liquid into them, and then stir the yolk mixture slowly into the soup. Put a spoonful of roe in each soup bowl, ladle in the soup, and sprinkle the top with grated lemon rind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Serves 4 to 6.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-111060085568715909?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/111060085568715909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=111060085568715909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111060085568715909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111060085568715909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2005/03/charleston-she-crab-soup.html' title='Charleston She Crab Soup'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-111059931448871871</id><published>2005-03-11T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:33:29.195-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Crabbin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 271px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/BlueCrabs-CreoleNatureTrail3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I remember when I was in middle school and my mother had a doctors appointment in downtown Charleston right on Calhoun street on the right in a builidng across from Roper Hospital. It was a summer day and my mother said she was not going to be gone long. She left me and my brother in the car and said she would be back in a few minutes. Those were the days when parents thougth nothing of leaving young kids in the car alone. It was safer back them and times were different. Not like the amber alert times we have today. We were safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well anyway, we were parked in the lot behind the building and behind us was small pond. Next to the pond was the road....Lockwood Blvd and just beyond the blvd the Ashley River or in reality Charleston Harbour. Where the parking lot met the water behidn the building was a long concrete ledge that ran the length of the parking lot. On any given day you would see people sitting on the ledge crabbing or fishing. That day there was nooone crabbing. The remnants of crabbing could be seen though. Someone had left 3 pieced of twine with chicken drumsticks attacked. All anyone need to crab is a pieceof string and a raw chicken drunstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, my brother and I decided we would crab. We had no net so it was just for fun. Just to see if we could get anything to bite the chicken legs. Mom had left the car keys with us. She always did. I was the oldest so I always kept up with the keys. We threw the lines in. We caught two crabs. They did not want to let go of the meat so I decided that we should try to get these crabs home. With no net we decided that the only place to keep them kind of cool was the car trunk. We carried the crabs attached to the drumstick to the car trunk and dropped them in. We did it again. We got two more crabs. We got very excited. Those crabs were biting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We caught more and more crabs and put them in the trunk. All together we caught about 20 blue crabs. We were just bristling with excitement because we had caughty dinner. My mother was going to be surprised. We kept an eye out for my mother coming and we had decided that we would just drop the lines when we saw her and run back to the car. We would leave the lines there for the next two adventurous kids to use. My mother came back and she got in the car and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My brother and I just looked at each other and grinned the whole way home. We had decided that we would tell her once we got home. It took about 10 minutes to get back home West Ashley. When we got to the house and we exited the car and were standing in the driveway, my brother and I told my mom about dinner. We said, "we are having crabs for dinner, ma." My mom just looked at us. "No, we are not." she said. "We caught crabs while you were at the doctor. Crabs for dinner. They are in the trunk." My mother just looked at us again with a very puzzled look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We encouraged her to open the trunk. We had about 20 crabs for dinner. Well, she opened the trunk and saw all these loose blue crabs running about the trunk and she began to yell about catching them to get them out of the trunk. I told her to get the net. She did. She did stop yelling once it became clear it would not be hard to get all those loose crabs out of the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We had crabs for dinner. When my father came home we told him what happened too. It is a story that my mother will never--ever--let my brother and I live down. The day we caught blue crabs with no net will go down in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-111059931448871871?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/111059931448871871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=111059931448871871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111059931448871871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111059931448871871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2005/03/crabbin.html' title='Crabbin&apos;'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-111045172996286133</id><published>2005-03-10T05:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:34:12.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charleston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lowcountry food'/><title type='text'>Oyster Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/oyster.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is nothing like oysters or nothing I like more than oysters. I like them any way they are cooked. Raw, fried, you name it, I will eat the oyster . I think my favorite way to eat them is right out of the shell. Lightly steamed but not overcooked. I like good, juicy , slimy oysters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember when I was in college at the College of Charleston, there was an oyster roast at one of the fraternity houses on Wentworth Street. I went and at so many oysters it was ridiculous. I actually think that I ate so many, I was peeing sea water. That was no joke. Those were the best oysters I ever had. Free and all you can eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I usually eat them out of the shell about once or twice a winter.   I will go to  &lt;a href="http://www.switchboard.com/bin/cgidir.dll?cid=&amp;MEM=45&amp;amp;amp;LNK=80%3A4&amp;PR=133&amp;amp;QV=02A8A5388831384237303203O01A1A0016D3138421C313203O03A62A3DEB313842C3303203&amp;KW=Capt+Don%27s+Seafood&amp;amp;T=Charleston&amp;S=SC&amp;amp;amp;Z=&amp;image1.x=37&amp;amp;image1.y=7&amp;SD=10"&gt;Captain Don's Seafood&lt;/a&gt; and buy a bushel. Recently I had an oyster pie for the very first time and it was out of this world. Can't wait to have it again. Here is the recipe. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 2px 6px;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3 style="letter-spacing: 0.12em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oyster Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="letter-spacing: 0.12em;"&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;/h3&gt;    &lt;ul class="arlist" style="list-style-type: none; list-style-image: none; list-style-position: outside;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 thick slices bacon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tablespoon vegetable oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tablespoons all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 cup milk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18 shucked oysters, drained with liquid reserved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon Cajun seasoning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 (9 inch) unbaked 9 inch pie crusts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;hr class="hr1"&gt;    &lt;div style="padding: 6px;"&gt;   &lt;h3 style="letter-spacing: 0.12em;"&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;ol class="arlist"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Place bacon in a large, deep skillet. Cook over medium high heat until evenly brown. Drain bacon, reserving 1 tablespoon bacon grease. Crumble bacon and set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Heat bacon grease and vegetable oil over medium heat. Stir in flour and cook until flour is light brown. Slowly whisk in milk and 1 cup reserved oyster liquid. Stir until a thick gravy has formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stir in Worcestershire sauce, Cajun seasoning and oysters. Pour mixture into a 9 inch pie shell and cover with top crust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bake in preheated oven for 30 minutes, until crust is golden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is not the only ting in Charleston that oysters are famous for. If you are visiting please visit White Point Gardens named for all the white oyster shells bleaching in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;mcc story=""&gt; The high Battery wall on East Bay Street is virtually unchanged since the Civil War. You may stand at White Point Gardens as Charlestonians did then and look out toward Fort Sumter, imagining what they must have seen, as Confederate and Federal troops exchanged the first shots of the war.&lt;/mcc&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;White Point Gardens, also known simply as the Battery, is a place for remembering -- a bridge to the past. An evening stroll to the park, along cobblestone streets, past historic homes aglow with life, allows you to feel as though you're alive in antebellum Charleston. You may sit on a battery bench, gaze over the harbor and believe, for a few minutes, that you've stepped back into the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The first Carolinians sailed past this place, where the Ashley and the Cooper rivers meet to form the Atlantic Ocean. Imagine the masted ship as it rounded the southernmost tip of the peninsula in search of a protected landing. The ship's inhabitants would have seen a low, marshy area strewn with oyster shells bleached white from the southern sun. When the Charles Towne settlement moved onto the peninsula, this point was considered uninhabitable and remained outside the walled city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the early 1720s, infamous "gentleman" pirate Stede Bonnet was hung here with about 50 others like him. Townspeople filled the gallows area and jeered as the outlaw was brought to his rightful end. Bonnet was buried in the nearby marsh. His epitaph has been memorialized and stands today in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/whitept.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-111045172996286133?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/111045172996286133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=111045172996286133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111045172996286133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111045172996286133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2005/03/oyster-love.html' title='Oyster Love'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-111033371400924392</id><published>2005-03-08T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:09:01.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluff Mud Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 402px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/marshview3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love pluff mud. I love the smell of pluff mud and look forward to smelling it around the lowcountry. What is pluff mud anyway? Well here is just a little about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; South Carolina has an estimated 400,000 acres of coastal marshes and 100,000 acres of tidal swamps. Beaufort County (with 335.98 square miles of water area vs. 587.03 land area) and Charleston County (with 439.72 water vs. 917.42 land) have the greatest share of salt marshes in the state. Tidal rivers (the Santee, Stono, Ashley and Cooper) feed brackish marshes upstream, and there are many tidal fresh marshes and swamps along the drainage basins of coastal rivers (Combahee, Savannah, Edisto, Pee Dee, Waccamaw, Santee, Cooper and Ashepoo). Hunting Island State Park and Pinckney Island National Wildlife Refuge (near Savannah) preserved areas of coastal marshland, as are Cape Romain National Wildlife Refuge in Awendaw, Edisto Beach State Park, Huntington Island State Park in Murrells Inlet, and Charleston’s Folly Beach County Park.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Spartina grass species (cord grass, salt marsh cord grass, and marram) are by far the dominant plant life in salt water marshes (which are wetlands, like swamps; in swamps, trees and bushes are most common, however). There are just a few species of flora in the marsh. According to Peter Meyer, "marshes are some of the most productive land on earth. Using photosynthesis, marsh grasses convert vast amounts of solar energy into plant tissue; as the grasses die, large nutrient loads are released into adjacent estuarine waters." These organic nutrients (ten tons per year) go on to feed perhaps 95% of the fish, shrimp and shellfish harvested in our ocean sounds and high seas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Marsh mud itself is made when rain and river water bring in topsoil that has run off from dry land. The silt follows the slower currents into steep banks of the&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.co.beaufort.sc.us/bftlib/tides.htm"&gt;tidal                      stream&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;With time, the ooze slows the channel flow. The marsh grasses then colonize the sediment fields (and are covered to some extent at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.co.beaufort.sc.us/bftlib/tides.htm"&gt;high tide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;). Mr. Meyer wrote, "Marsh sediments are stabilized by spartina as much as sand dunes are stabilized by Sea Oats and Beach Grass. Spartina grows taller near the water’s edge, smaller near higher land." These grasses seldom produce any fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The movement of the waves sometimes forms "beach balls" (spheres of marsh mud containing bits of sea shells), and clumps of "rusty mud" appear when iron within the mud starts to oxidize. "Swash lines" composed of tidal debris intersect the marsh flats after the water has ebbed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Marsh mud itself is made when rain and river water bring in topsoil that has run off from dry land. The silt follows the slower currents into steep banks of the&lt;b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.co.beaufort.sc.us/bftlib/tides.htm"&gt;tidal                      stream&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;With time, the ooze slows the channel flow. The marsh grasses then colonize the sediment fields (and are covered to some extent at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.co.beaufort.sc.us/bftlib/tides.htm"&gt;high tide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;). Mr. Meyer wrote, "Marsh sediments are stabilized by spartina as much as sand dunes are stabilized by Sea Oats and Beach Grass. Spartina grows taller near the water’s edge, smaller near higher land." These grasses seldom produce any fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Regarding the origin of the term, "pluff mud", the Myrtle Beach Convention Center’s webmaster offered this explanation: "‘Pluff’ is actually the sound you hear when your truck keys fall out of your shorts pocket, while you're climbing over the side to drag the boat out of the aforementioned pluff mud." The closest match of meaning for "pluff" in the &lt;i&gt;Oxford English Dictionary&lt;/i&gt; is "to blow out (smoke or breath) with explosive action, to puff". The sound of the word echoes the noise it describes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And then there’s that distinct "marsh smell". Though certainly an acquired taste, marsh smell has long been the first sign of homecoming for Lowcountry people returning from trips away from the mudflats (the cover of Pat Conroy’s novel&lt;i&gt;, The Prince of Tides&lt;/i&gt;, depicted a salt marsh vista, after all). The smell is not sewage or pollution, as many newcomers suppose, though sulfur dioxide fumes from Savannah’s paper mills have reached Beaufort on southwesterly winds. Mr. Ballantine wrote, "the fine-packed (mud) sediments are oxygen poor. Here native anaerobic bacteria decay bottom matter and release hydrogen sulfide ... a poisonous gas smelling of rotten eggs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-111033371400924392?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/111033371400924392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=111033371400924392&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111033371400924392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111033371400924392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2005/03/pluff-mud-love.html' title='Pluff Mud Love'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11323900.post-111033268584241679</id><published>2005-03-08T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:44:45.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is not the paper mill!  It is pluff mud!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11323900-111033268584241679?l=pluffmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/111033268584241679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11323900&amp;postID=111033268584241679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111033268584241679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11323900/posts/default/111033268584241679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pluffmudd.blogspot.com/2005/03/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>swampfox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17472911926597609918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v197/tinker2/shoes/bridge/bridge.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
