intentional pompadour ‌southern culture in images and words‌ is a free quarterly zine based out of Augusta, Georgia and published by Betsey Venom submissions accepted by southern creatives send your work or subscription request in the body of an email to: betseyvenom@yahoo.com if you are published, you will receive a copy of the issue in which your work is featured and you will retain all rights to your work issue 10 spring 2020 find intentional pompadour online at: facebook.com/intentionalpompadour issuu.com/intentionalpompadour cover art by William Marasco support the zine as a Patreon patron a yearly subscription can be had for as little as $1 a month! pledge now at https://www.patreon.com/intentionalpompadour thank you for your support of southern culture!
Welcome to Spring! Hello and welcome to the spring 2020 issue of Betsey Venom’s intentional pompadour. We are thrilled to welcome 12-year-old Aiken, SC artist Abigail C. Turner to the zine family! As always this issue features a ton of fun, so kick back and enjoy. As usual, there is no rhyme nor reason nor table of contents here, so flip the pages at your leisure to find the following: Aiken, SC artist Abigail C. Turner debuts with her painting “Rivers of Color” which is going to be a featured piece at Artfields Jr. Art Competition this April in Lake City, SC! Check out the spring poetry: Rock Hill, SC poet A.L: “Love Me” Augusta, GA poet Jezibell Anat: “The Mermaid” Aiken, SC singer/songwriter Cathy Benedetto: “Ghost on Black Mountain” Cumming, GA poet T. Leon Bigham: “A Cento: Rain” Augusta, GA poet Gregger: “A Haiku” Venice, FL poet Kimberly Laettner: “Life Blooming” Savannah, GA poet Echo LaVeaux: “A Story in 49 Words” Augusta, GA poet J. Martin-Moses: “Faces in the Sand” Augusta, GA poet Middlecat: “Pull My Daisy” Augusta, GA columnist Magnolia Lee tells us what’s happening at the Morris Museum of Art Edgefield, SC writer Victoria S. Hardy gives us a sneak peek at her upcoming novel, “The Death of Old Edie Black.” Aiken, SC musician Michael Eubanks shares the next installation in his series, ‘Stories From Nashville and Music Row:’ “Sometimes It’s All About the Image” Augusta, GA artist Dianne Sessions shares art and words in “The Veggie Voice” Augusta, GA artist Francie Klopotic shares her portrait of Jimi Hendrix Get ready for the Flip Flops & Flamingos Art Show at Raes Coastal Cafe! It’s that time! Quickies at Le Chat Noir! Selfie by Alexandria, VA’s Anthony Marasco: “Christmas Card for Mother” (Yes, he’s the father of our cover artist, William!) In this installment of Cobie’s Corner, we learn why the cat is not in the mood for love. Augusta, GA chef Jai West shares her apple-walnut salad recipe. It’s a crowd favorite! In his column, International Troubadour, Aiken, SC musician John Stoney Cannon visits Jacl’s Coffee Shop to interview Aiken singer/songwriter Cathy Benedetto! Last but not least, we wish to say a big THANK YOU to this issue’s sponsors: Dianne Sessions and Michael Peeples of Sunrise Realty. We couldn’t do it without you! Email me at betseyvenom@yahoo.com if you’d like to be a part of this project. I am unable to pay in $ but will mail you a hard copy of the issue where your work is featured. You retain all rights to your work. Did you know we now have a Patreon? www.patreon.com/intentionalpompadour Thanks for coming along. Enjoy the ride, and always remember to stay intentional!
LIFE BLOOMING By Kimberly Laettner Intentional we speak, caught between pages of our lives as the unfolding occurs, fragile buds of Spring call forth in the winter of our surrender... tender petals wait for the birth, from pastel to the hottest vibrant hue called forth to become that which we were born to be. We are the fire of birth, our becoming in this greatest life as words spill forth unencumbered we pry from the tight, frozen earth the sustenance of life... unfurling our true selves to become all we had dreamed in perpetuity. We are born to live, as we live to rise to a higher standard of being.
K. L. Laettner is a published author and poet from Venice FL, via Hamburg NY. She resides in paradise with her husband and number one fan, Jeffery and a menagerie of four-legged furry children. ‘Tales From The Thrift’ and ‘Diary of a Middle-Aged Mermaid’ are her first two fiction books. Both can be found on Amazon or at talesfromkllaettner.square.site. You can find her poetry blog with over 4,200 followers at zipsrid.wordpress.com
Local Artists Participating: Jason Chambers Cindy Cook Francesa DeRienzo Michael Drake Sharon Fausnight Miriam Katz Francie Klopotic Linda Lavigne Jacki Mayo Butch Palmer Mark Pennel Christina Rice Dianne Sessions Dal Venable Come vote for your favorite flamingo and enjoy an afternoon on the deck! Raes Coastal Cafe Saturday, May 16 2pm-4pm
A CENTO: RAIN by T. Leon Bigham The common rain has come again, a dark cloud of rain drifted into my life, a drop fell on the apple tree, another on the roof. The day is cold, and dark, and dreary, it rains, and the wind is never weary. All day it has rained... moody and dull... all day the rain has glided, wave and mist and dream, leaking through the roof. Still falls the rain- with sound like the pulse of a heart that is changed to hammerbeat of one long thundering downpour, dark as the world of man, black as our loss. All things flow from that source along their fatal water course. The rain possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain. All night the sound has come back again, the rain is full of ghosts that tap and sigh upon the glass. I can't stand the rain 'gainst my window. Midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain, on this bleak hut, and solitude, and me remembering again that I shall die.
“I earned my Masters in March 2011 at University of South Alabama, Mobile, AL. I have been writing poetry since fifth grade, fifty years of words needed for catharsis.” - T. Leon Bigham
FACES IN THE SAND by J. Martin-Moses (copyright 2016)
Draw a face in the sand Tell me what you see Tiny erosions, image decay, A smile twisted to frown, Too tired turned to weary, As eyebrows funnel down, A vision of life in super speed My how changes act so subtly. Don’t live a vision in the sand Two faced, twisted, wretched man Whose word when taken ought not be Whose motivation benefits not me Whose preservation is for self Although exceeds a bank in wealth Faced down in the sand is he Eroded, decayed, tired, weary.
J. Martin-Moses resides in Augusta, GA where her passion for writing poetically speaks to and through the heart. Raised in Brooklyn, NY, she has always had a love and appreciation for the Arts. Just as her work demonstrates a fusion of City sass and Southern charm, she wanted to bridge the gap between musicians and poets; singers and spoken word artists. With this in mind, she answered the call of Mad Studios to begin hosting their weekly open mic sessions. It was there that she debuted her first original play “1st Works Spoken—The Play”. She later hosted weekly open mic sessions at That Place Coffee Shop and Joe’s Underground; all to unite the various artistic communities of the CSRA.
GHOST ON BLACK MOUNTAIN By Cathy Benedetto (copyright 2015)
Like mother, like daughter, Like father, like son Past into present into future run Some fears and visions never fully fade They chase and follow to each new grave Like love and danger, Caught in a snare They grab and tangle at every hair They tease and beckon beyond the trail Leading to and from the gates Of somebody's self-made Hell Ghost on Black Mountain Keeps calling there No need for hiding Nobody cares Ghost on Black Mountain No need to run Waits, knowing time Will bring his killers home We cross the boundary of want and plenty Of trouble and pleasure, of story and truth Who will we run to? Who can we tell? There's none can save us from the haunting spell Ghost on Black Mountain No hallowed ground Just paths of memory Where peace may not be found So give in freely to cool night air And love more truly All you have here And love more truly All you have here
Aiken, SC singer/songwriter Cathy Benedetto (originally from Macon) wrote and recorded this song as part of a larger collection she is composing that was inspired by Georgia author Ann Hite’s BLACK MOUNTAIN series. These songs, and other haunting originals on the EP “Should Have Listened” may be streamed at: www.cathybenedetto.bandcamp.com Be sure to visit Cathy’s web page: www.cathybenedetto.com Join her on Facebook: www.facebook.com/SouthernPerfume
LOVE ME By A.L. Today, the house has been filled with anger, hatred And insane amounts of cursing. Happy Valentine’s Day. Love isn’t money. It’s sweet Touches, hugs, laughter at and inside joke. It’s cooking a special meal Together, making cookies, doing project Around the house And enjoying each other’s company. It’s remembering past Moments of love, sadness, success And fears. Love is knowing That no matter what happens in the future, Your lover and friend will be there. Not a dime spent. Just holding, laughing, singing, kissing, loving. I want to be love in a way That shows me that you know Me, on the deep down inside. Love me in the secret places. Make our time together special. Make happy and gentle memories. Make me smile. Make me feel your heart beating because You are pressed so closely to my chest. Let me see your eyes Twinkle because I am important. Because you are melting, just because You are next to me. Love me. Love me. Love me. Breakout poet A.L. lives and writes in Rock Hill, SC.
PULL MY DAISY By Middlecat Pull my daisy, Tip my cup. Trade my thoughts for coconuts. Bar the byline, Chase the word. Shout out loud 'til you get heard. Hardly headlines, Small town news. Booze can choose who'll win or lose. So hold your liquor, Or get there quicker. Sicker, son. Stick her thumb. What a plum done become. Butter flower, Flutterby. Butterfly for fruit. Find the path, The route. The route's done stopped. Truth in tune gets lost in lines, Find it again in her eyes.
A HAIKU By Gregger Ocean prisoner Yet flying fish sail salt breeze And remember sky
THE MERMAID by Jezibell Anat I am not fae but sea, A creature of brine and tide and wide waters. I do not dance rings in the woods. I follow the unfathomed flow Frolicking in sunlight and moonlight and starlight. I do not steal children. I attract fishers and sailers and mariners, The ones with the courage to cross my waters. I favor pirates and rovers. I inhabit the undulating deep With primeval fluidity, Dancing the lunar rhythm, Singing the thalassic symphony. But my rage is a torrent. I cannot be placated with bread and milk. Give me blood and bones, Blood dissolves in my waves, Bones abrade in my sand. The ocean is my shelter and my shadow.
Jezibell Anat is an actress, writer and dancer who moved to Augusta from New York City with her husband Joseph Zuchowski (Joe) at the end of 2007. She was involved in independent and original theatre in Manhattan, and now she is the co-creator and organizer of Quickies, the short play festival featuring original scripts by local authors at Augusta’s black-box theatre, Le Chat Noir.
QUICKIES 2020 At Augusta’s Black Box Theatre, Le Chat Noir! Quickies is a short play festival at Le Chat Noir featuring original scripts by local authors. Performances are April 10, 11, 16, 17, and 18 at 8 pm. Le Chat Noir is located at 304 8th Street, Augusta, GA. Here is this year’s lineup: Welcome to KIRA, written and directed by Jezibell Anat Starring Dana Cheshire, Jojo Cordova, Bernard Garlick, Joanne Greene, Pam Harris, Ray Troiano, You're F**ked Pal, written by Jonathan Cook, directed by Warren Post Starring Jacqui Dufour, Wesley Pierson Kismet for Marshmallows, written by Rick Davis, directed by Marian Thibodeau Starring Ostella Adam, Dixie Dawson, Taylor Fortson Billy Buster, written by Stephen Gilliam, directed by Michael Fortino Starring Ezekiel Anderson, Caasi Simpson Confession, written and directed by Joanne Greene Starring Julian Diaz, Sophie Plowright, Joseph Zuchowski Carl's Thing, written and directed by Marty Matfess Starring Amy Peplinski, Larisa Washington
RIVERS OF COLOR By Abigail C. Turner
Abigail is currently 12 years old and in the 7 th grade. She lives in Aiken, SC where she dabbles in watercolor, acrylics, oils, and pencils. When she is not making her mark, she is an avid gamer. “Rivers of Color� will be featured at Artfields Jr. Art Competition this April in Lake City, SC! Visit Abigail online at www.facebook.com/abigailcturnerartist
COBIE’S CORNER
Springtime is here, and Summer is on the way. Warmth feels good against my nice, black coat. I enjoy sitting in the sunshine. This time of year, a young cat’s mind turns to love. But wait a minute…I’m not sure how this can be for me. Since my hooman was thoughtful enough to have me fixed, my love now goes in a different direction. For me, love is more than cute kitties. Love is a nice bowl of kibble. A handful of treats. An occasional meat stick. Ah, the meat stick. These are the things I truly love. And, I just remembered, as I looked at my coat and how it’s a nice shade of green, I don’t really much like Spring. The pollen is too much. Been fixed anyway. And besides that, I’m an indoor cat. That being said, Spring sucks. – COBIE Ask Cobie a question, if you dare. Email him at betseyvenom@yahoo.com
SPOTLIGHT ON SOUTHERN NOVELISTS An excerpt from the upcoming novel “The Death of Old Edie Black” by Victoria S. Hardy Edie woke, suddenly alert. Am I dead? Her mind raced through recent events, the doctors explaining that there was nothing more for them to do; Jasper, the cat, taking his last breaths; being wheeled through the doors of the hospice center; the nurses whispering as she lay dying. “I don’t feel dead,” she muttered, slowly opening her eyes. She stared up at water stained ceiling tiles. “This isn’t the hospital,” she whispered, taking in the dark wood paneling with surprise. She sat up slowly, and saw that the medical machinery was gone, replaced by the bedside table she’d had since childhood. She touched the scarred and bubbled white paint, running her fingers across the surface and shook her head. Her hand moved to the lamp made from an old hair spray can, a gift from her grandfather when she was a child. I haven’t seen that lamp in thirty years, she thought, studying the dancing stick figures on the shade. A flip number clock radio was beside the lamp and as she watched the white numbers flipped to 7:00, the radio turned on, and the DJ began speaking. The DJ who she knew died after a long battle with cancer in the late 1990s. “Good Saturday morning, Augusta! Today’s going to be a hot one with temperatures reaching into the hundreds. Thunderstorms will move in this afternoon, but won’t cool us down much. It’ll be a good day to go to the lake, but I’m heading to the theater to sit in the air conditioning and finally see Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.” He laughed. “So you can quit calling to tell me what I’m missing, and here’s some Madonna, zooming up the charts this week, to get your Saturday started off right.” ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ came over the airwaves and Edie clicked off the radio. “This is crazy,” she said, swinging her feet to the floor. She looked around the bedroom, rubbing her eyes as she remembered the ancient single-wide trailer. She’d only lived in the noisy park for a year in 1986 when Emily was little. “Emily!” she
exclaimed, throwing back the sheet and jumping out of bed. She ran down the short hall, stopping abruptly at the doorway of the small second bedroom, and gasped. “Emily.” “Hey, Mommy,” the little girl said, crawling out of bed. “I didn’t pee the bed last night.” She grinned. Edie stared. Was this what the nurses were talking about? Was she seeing her dead relatives? Somehow she imagined it would be different. She reached out to steady herself on the door jam, which felt solid under her hand.
Victoria’s books are available online at Amazon.com as well as at The Book Tavern on Broad Street in beautiful Downtown Augusta. She lives and writes in Edgefield, South Carolina. Visit her online at http://turtlesvoice.blogspot.com
Magnolia Lee’s Art Corner A Look at the Morris Museum of Art If you’re ever looking for a rainy-day activity or a place to take out-of-town guests, the Morris Museum of Art is a great place to go. Located at One Tenth St., it’s been in downtown Augusta for more than 25 years and focuses on art created in the South or by Southern artists. There are 10 galleries which showcase pieces of the museum’s permanent collection, and there are always temporary exhibitions passing through. Current exhibitions include Luster: Realism and Hyperrealism in Contemporary Automobile and Motorcycle Painting. This features the work of 14 photorealist artists who specialize in automobile and motorcycle images. It opened on March 6 and will run through May 10. Also, there’s Folk Art in the South and The Eugene Fleischer Collection of Studio Art Glass; both of which will be on display throughout 2020. Early Modernism in the South will open March 28. Throughout the month, the museum offers low-cost programs for adults, children, and families. I loved taking my kids to the monthly Artrageous program. It typically ties an art activity in with a program or exhibition at the museum. April’s Artrageous will be Derby Day on April 19. Children will make and decorate their own derby cars. One great thing about Artrageous is it’s held on Sundays when the museum offers free admission, and Artrageous is free as well. There’s another monthly event called “Create With Me,” which is held during the week; typically on a Thursday. It too has a themed craft which is tied in with an exhibition. It’s free for museum members and $4 for non-members. Reservations are suggested. Other programs include Art at Lunch, which includes a lecture and catered lunch. The March Art At Lunch focused on the artwork of Elliott Dangerfield. The lecture and lunch were $12 for museum members and $16 for non-members. Another popular activity is the Films on Friday lunchtime series. Featured films typically have a Southern tie as well. Admission and refreshments are free. Also, there’s a music at the Morris program. The museum is closed on Mondays, and open from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday and noon to 5 p.m. Sunday. Admission is $5 for adults, $3 for students, military and senior citizens and free to children 12 and younger. Admission on Sundays is free. To learn more about what the museum has to offer, visit its website at www.themorris.org.
THE VEGGIE VOICE By Dianne Sessions
Stories from Nashville and Music Row Sometimes It’s All About The Image By Michael Eubanks
This brings back a lot of memories in particular, as Megadeth had a lockout at the Tracking Room as they were working on a Capitol Records release. Jimmy DeGrasso was on drums and this would be Marty Friedman's last album with the band. Now Dave (Mustaine) had quite the reputation of being a heavy rocker full of angst and anger. You know...the sinister look that supposedly puts the fear of God in people. Combine that (with a notorious temper) with the L.A. legendary studio cat Dann Huff (Producer) and Dann had a handfull. Dave (and band) would tease Dann
about his time with the 80's band "GIANT" which had some great hits, including "I'll See You in my Dreams"...heck, I remember that one and loved the album "Last of the Runaways!" So Dann would pull in to the Tracking Room and Dave would have that signature tune cued. As it would happen, when Dann would walk inside, the line "And I'll see you...in my dreams" would play loudly through the playback monitors, with Dave (and as many others as he could find), singing along. 99.9% of the time Dann took it in stride and just laughed it off. Dave had to keep his image though. He had leased a house in Franklin TN, and would commute to Emerald back and forth in a Saturn sedan that he also leased. Many times, after hours he would leave his Saturn at Emerald, have a limo pick him up and take him downtown to schmooze and do the "total rockstar" thing, then drop him off back at Emerald where he would putter back home to Franklin. Sometimes his young kid (adorable little boy) would come to the studio with him, and we had a lounge set up where his son could color pictures and tape them on a wall outside the studio, where Dave and Dann would be doing some critical listening...NOT TO BE DISTURBED. (Dave made a point of that). Well, there came a day when Dave's son wasn't feeling well and stayed home. A few hours into that day, one of the phone lines lit up at the front desk, and a few seconds later, the operator got on the intercom to the room I was in (I was making tapes with the Head Tech guy there) and asked me if I would notify Dave that he had a phone call. I knew already that it wasn't just "any" call, but it was his SON, and that was a priority. So merrily I go, beboppin' down the hall to the huge studio door, and after knocking (knowing no one would hear me knock anyway) and I open the door. Dann looked at me with a look of "I sure hope he doesn't take a bite out of your a**! and I saw Dave's veins appear bulging on his neck and his forehead, and his face turning beet red. He slowly turns his head toward me as he lifts it up, (think something out of "The
Exorcist" or any other movie about demon possession) while giving me his notorious "Cheesy MTV video death stare", and says with a low growl... (forgive the language) : "What the f*ck do YOU want?" Keeping my composure knowing I was about to blow his rockstar persona/cover, I told him, "Dave, your son is on line 2 and wants to speak to you." Immediately, Dave's composure changed as if by some sort of miracle, and in a pleasant demeanor, Dave says to me "Hey, thanks, man. I appreciate it." Dann (Huff) looked at me as he rolled his eyes as if to say "This guy is an ASS." Yep. Doesn't matter where you are, in a major music industry location or a small city, some fools are so full of themselves that it is extremely laughable. And for Dann (this rocks!) https://youtu.be/iug0X6cJDDM
Michael Eubanks teaches music in Aiken, SC! www.facebook.com/MikeEubanksMusicLessons
International Troubadour Follow the Aroma from Macon to Aiken A Coffee & Music Feature by John Stoney Cannon of Lokal Loudness
Few words bring a bigger smile to my face than "one of the best places to meet" when I suggest a get-together at a coffee shop. For me, the caffeinated embrace of a coffee shop invites visions of people in silent thought as well as relaxing conversation. A place where the uncommon blend of the artist, hipster, and everyday folk cross paths in a very common goal to fill a need for an aroma only such a place can provide. As common as we may be as far as our love for coffee and compositions, there is nothing common or typical about singer/songwriter Cathy Benedetto who, in 2002, relocated to Aiken by way of her hometown of Macon, Georgia.
"Probably the horses though I'm not a horse person," says Cathy about her reason for choosing Aiken. "I've just always liked them and I was looking for a place to move in the South not too far from where my family was living. I was debating between Aiken and Augusta when I found out it (Aiken) was horse country." As we waited for our drinks at Jacl's (pronounced Jackals) Cafe and Lounge in downtown Aiken, Cathy and I briefly chatted about the "noisier than a normal coffee spot" vibe of the late night all-ages gamer themed java joint and the slow, yet very personable service before I asked if growing up in Macon fed her musical soul.
"Did Macon feed me musically?" replied Cathy. "Not the town specifically. I have just always been musical. If anything, my family fed me that." As I listened between sips of iced coffee, I found myself drawn in by Cathy's passionate stories, most particularly about her musical childhood. In her presence,
it's evident that Benedetto inherited beautiful communication skills from her mother, a storyteller raised in international lore by way of Czechoslovakia and Mexico. "There were just tons of stories," Cathy mentions with an intentional smile. "And they were very passionate and romantic and I wanted to live a passionate romantic life myself so that's where the stories came from. My mother was also a singer when she was young so I'm sure my voice came from her.' Throw in a father with a heart for Italian music and moments where Cathy (the youngest of nine siblings) would take part in family hootenanies involving songs from Mexico and Austria and you can almost feel the perfect influence to lead any artist growing up in the sixties towards folk music. I have never kept it a secret to Cathy that I hear a sort of sixties Greenwich Village vibe in her songs that often explore personal as well as sweet whimsical themes through musical as well as a cappella styles. "I grew up with the sixties folk music, says Cathy. "But the other aspect of my writing of folk songs I would say comes from when I was in college and I took at least one class on solo vocal literature where we looked at medieval music and Renaissance music and all that different kinda stuff. Funny thing is, early onIy somebody said it was true folk and at first I was insulted." Folk or otherwise, Cathy Benedetto is definitely a one of a kind artist who writes from the soul, to the song and in many ways, for the peace of mind. An artist who finds her music less suited for a "beer in a bar" atmosphere and more "liquor at a lounge" or as in this case, "caffeine in a coffee shop." As much poet and scribe as melody maker or musician, she is more a product of a much larger geographic area than her birthplace. But as far as this lady with a wide-eyed wonder of life looks, she never forgets to keep an eye on her own grass. Yes, as much as these days she stands proudly as a resident of Aiken, she is quick to reference that place in central Georgia that also gave birth to Little Richard and the music of Otis Redding and the Allman Brothers.
"I'm excited that Macon has reopened Capricorn (Sound Studios)" adds Cathy. "I still have fantasies of someday recording there." And as Cathy and I walk past the stream of box-carrying gamers and smoothieseeking families my own dreams take over as a final thought fills my head. "Gee, I sure could go for some coffee." Stoney says: “I rock, and I have this thing… www.lokalloudnessmusic.com” Contact Stoney at 706-836-5683 or hit him up at info@lokalloudness.com www.myspace.com/lokalloudnesslive www.myspace.com/stoneyroxxx Born in the mid-sixties and raised on the incredible decade that was the music and pop culture explosion of the seventies and eighties, singer/songwriter/journalist and proud military brat John Stoney Cannon has turned his love for the music, movies, and television of the time into his own vocational calling card. Best known as the creator of 25 plus year CSRA music media site Lokal Loudness, Stoney has been blessed with a life that has allowed him to travel, visit, and perform in five different countries, perform and write music with some of his personal heroes, as well as write about what he loves most - music, pop culture, memories, and coffee.
Punk Rock Album Cover: Christmas Card For Mother Photo by Anthony Marasco
The Artist Series: Jimi Hendrix An Art Series by Francie Klopotic
Graphite and Prismacolor on Bristol Board
Find Francie at www.francieklopotic.weebly.com
IN THE KITCHEN WITH JAI WEST! Owner of Go West Catering Apple-Walnut Salad Dressing: 1 T. dijon 1/4 cup white vinegar 1/8 t. salt 1/2 t. pepper 1/2 t. dill 1/2 t. nutmeg 1/2 cup olive oil Blend well. Salad: 2 red apples, sliced 1/4 cup walnuts, finely chopped 1/3 cup crumbled gorgonzola Mix with some of the dressing and chill for several hours When ready to serve: Chop romaine lettuce and toss with remaining dressing. To serve: Place lettuce on plate and top with apple mixture. About Jai: “It was not my plan to spend my professional life in the hospitality and food industry. No one is more surprised than me, but here I am, 35 plus years later, still going strong and absolutely LOVING what I do! “I'm extremely passionate about what I do. I really enjoy being a part of someone's life moment...big or small. My objective is to make it even more memorable through food! I'm very easy to work with and do my best to fulfill the needs and desires of my clients. I'm reliable, organized, and have an eye for detail. To top it off, I'm reasonably priced! If you hire me for your event I will personally be there to make sure everything goes as planned. “Please visit my Facebook page Go West Event Planning/Personal Chef to see what my satisfied clients have to say.”
A STORY IN 49 WORDS By Echo Laveaux
When they laid me to rest I saw Johnny weeping. My body lay cold in the fresh grave beneath his feet. Hovering near, I reached out to touch his shoulder. He shook me off like a gnat. My hand fell through his flesh. It landed on his broken heart.
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