You go to the fields on week days, and have a picnic on Labor Day.
You go to town on Saturday, but go to church every Sunday
Today wasn't exactly Nutbush city limits, but a stompin' festival of gospel music, served up hot, hot, hot with a meaningful side order of brunch.
I'm not talking about quiet brunch with scrambled eggs and bacon. Oh no, this was the full on deal with everything from blackened catfish, through macaroni and cheese to brisket from the skillet.
Same with the music. High energy, loud and proud. The band and singers owned the stage. Yes, we were once again at the House of Blues.
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