The fish certainly fried on stage last night, ‘tho, because our man was hot has fish grease. He put it down. My heart was so full. As the offspring of southern parents who felt the deep brunt of Jim Crow and the fight for civil rights, this is big, huge, ginormous. America, America, God shed His grace on thee.
Of course, that means cake, ice cream, and party hats for all the pups, and maybe I’ll get to sneak some, too. Maybe. Have a great holiday weekend, y’all!!!