I'm coming to your house tonight!!!
Hey'a Lil'; if you're going to 59's for the true Southern Comforting Feast, then who's tending to your sausage dressing...? Or- did you take it with you; since it's the one thing not on his menu; not that it lacks tho'....more than enuff great food.
I was gonna' surprise you, by breaking tradition of UN-retiring from sky diving, a serious superstition broken??? On 2nd thought, splatting is no longer an option. Instead of dropping off some fudge, I'll mail it in ya' in a manila folder. Just refrigerate upon receiving.
^^^^ 59's gathering, in what's probably a nice gorgeous sunny but cool, not hot day, with a slight breeze....????
I once tried to sky dive in Georgia; got a pilot crop duster, and had to ride on the wing. He was afraid to climb to 10K feet. At 1K feet, He tells me we're over 59's, and jump now. I jumped, landed a few miles away in a huge Pecan Forest. I got hung upside down over the train tracks. Tried to cut myself down, but the knife was dull, so I gave up, chowed down on the pecans I could reach, vowed to forever make pecan pies, if I ever got free, but- I hung there for hours napping until; a distant train woke me up, as it passed under; the tree branch snapped, dropping me upside down in an open train car full of Sweet Potatoes, where I fell and was stuck head down, jammed/stuck like in cement. Didn't see the light of day until the train was offloaded somewhere in another country or place I did not know where. In fact no one saw me as I was dumped from lifted from the train car, into a semi-truck open trailer, now flat on the bottom of those Sweet Taters. What seemed like days later, the truck came to a stop, dumped its trailer full of sweet taters, into a huge vat. Not a soul saw me drop, or crawling out of that vat of a sweet tater pie mix, of a 20K Vat in some factory. It wasn't just any factory, I soon found out, it was such a great bakery, they had dozens of german shepherd guard dogs running lose, men in towers with assault rifles, men all over the place that looked like cops. Not until I scaled the 20 foot barbed wire fence, and ran into the concrete sign out in front of that facility, did i see a sign, Angola Mental Ward-Max Security......I think that's some kind of Library....!?!?!
BTW- I lost my shoes, socks, teeth, a few other things in that vat, beware of pre-prepared pumpkin pie mixes, and oh- every voice I heard, was spoken in a foreign tongue(s).
I may of been abducted, thus I vowed, and the Morale to this story is:
if your life is spared by an inconvenient pecan tree, and a trailer full of sweet potatoes, out of crazy respect I'm indebted to both, so its: bake 'em every chance ya' get. btw- if one bakes the sweet potato pie like a pumpkin pie; but with the layer of pecan pie mix on top, this creats a helluva double decker pie fit for all people, which one must bake for another as penance, for being a upside down fool.............from the land of our Southern Friends, incl., Cajuns, Creoles, .....(the recipe a Paul Prudhomme one). He too hung himself, (symbolically speaking) by tasting everything he ever cooked...
59's gathering is reminiscent of my youth:
family gatherings as a kid on vacations, to the wheatfields of KS. Those festive family feasts of an entire Paternal family, of 9 initial kids. 66 total Peeps or mouths to feed in all; (44 Cousins) . Everyone brought something of significant substance, from fresh Pies, Cakes, with fruits from their orchard/gardens; along with fresh baked yeast breads/rolls/cinnamon rolls; and veggies, fruits, meats, jellies, preserves. Tables were brought, and created several banquet sized feasts. The days were completed with the kids churning/turning fresh ice cream, with fresh cream, as one uncle was the local RFD dairy man.
The Maternal family was as big, a spread.
Too many brain cells were damaged during the writing of this thread. 
