Looking For A Hook

Some days are harder than others to find the hook, the topic to write about.  Sometimes it's a word, an event, something funny or sad or maddening, a photo op, and some days are uneventful, period.  Yesterday was one of the latter and so I started at the end with sundown.

It was just one of those run-of-the-mill days, nothing bad and nothing spectacular.  Milk Guy and Mrs. MG came by.  I made a run to the local grocery.  Big whoop.  Not enough dust accumulated to justify pushing a rag around.  Not enough ambition to go out and weed or finish the chick pen.  Ho hum.  Hey, some days are like that.

Tomorrow's blog fodder will have more substance.  Clay is coming up today and we're going to the newly reopened "Poor Red's."  Poor Red's has been an institution in the hamlet of El Dorado.  It is a bar and barbecue joint that opened in 1948.  It has a long and rowdy past, home of the Golden Cadillac.  Red's was, at one time, the largest purveyor of Galliano in the world.  My daughter first took me to Poor Red's back in the early '80s when we had to drive the 60 or so miles up from Sacramento, and it worth it!  Red (his wife, Rich Opal, had died) finally sold the place and mismanagement by the new owners caused it to close a couple of years ago.  We've all been waiting and hoping for a reopening.  Today's the day!