Everybody Poops

And that's why we're celebrating the latest addition to 626. Think of 626 as the end of the rainbow... because at the end of every rainbow is a pot of gold. I could go on and on, but this is a family-friendly blog. In addition to the porta-john are a few more bricks on the foundation. I just noticed how this particular porta-john company is called Portable Services, Inc. How classy! The ones here in Oxford are called Hotty Toddy Potty. If that's not the cleverest...

Making its official World Wide Web debut is a picture of the painting I did of the pre-Katrina 626 Second Street. It's very green. And no, that's not a small gray kangaroo on the driveway. It's a dog. Her name's Annie Rooney. But, that IS a dead cat, poor little lamb.

Last but not least is a picture of some kids (my cousins and me) and Dad on a sailboat in the GYC harbor around 1984 or so. From left, Angela Lawson, me, Ellis Fisher, Matt Lawson, Paps, and Jay Fisher. Who wouldn't send their small children out on a tiny sailboat steered by a man in a newsboy cap and drinking a Miller Lite? I put this picture on the blog not because it had a thing in this world to do with 626, but because it has everything to do with the Yacht Club.

Marine Life Oceanarium (the pale green arches in the distance) is now a memory. That's where the "Miracle Dolphins" lived. I'm sure you've either read about them in the newspaper or you've seen them on every single morning news show. They are the very dolphins that swam out when the surge covered their tank. All ten survived the hurricane and are living out their lives in the Bahamas at the Atlantis Resort. I think I know of more than a few Miracle Human survivors who'd gladly switch places with the Miracle Dolphins if it didn't require eating buckets of raw mullet.

Well, that about wraps up this edition of the 626 blog. Tune in tomorrow. Same channel, same time.