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By popular demand…

And by popular, I mean three people, here are more photos.

Back in the 1980s, when I wasn’t as sweet as I am now (shut up, Tim), a co-worker gave me a coffee mug that says, “Perfect Bitch.” I thanked him for agreeing believing I was perfect.


Here’s Timmy drinking from the Perfect Bitch mug. He should have taken it home with him, as it’s the ideal “I just quit smoking” mug.


Do not adjust your monitor.


Paul and Timmy at Barnaby’s, a favorite Montrose restaurant.


Tim looks so serious. Rex is dreaming of a 7.5-pound perch.


Me, plotting ways to make Jim miss his flight. Jim, knowing what I’m doing.

Little tribute

Timmy is sad because he had to get a new backpack.

I admit, I’m sort of fond of Timmy’s old backpack, too, mostly because I have this photo of it from a visit the TJB writers made to Houston’s Cancer Survivors Plaza, I think back in early 2001.


This is not my favorite photo from that day, but I’d have to get permission from the guys before I could post any of the others.

TJBfest 2006

For once, I took very few photos while everyone was here. I think because Paul was here and documenting everything so much better than I ever could. Once I get copies of his photos, I’ll post some of them.

The great reunion that happened after Jim’s arrival on Thursday and Timmy’s arrival with Paul on Friday only got better when Greg drove in from New Orleans on Saturday. And it wasn’t just because he opened his trunk to reveal this bounty of BBQ goodness:
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TJB, part two

Timmy and Paul arrived safely. We have given Paul the official stamp of Friend Approval. (Like Timmy cared; he already knows how great Paul is.)

Here are the men folks–minus Tom–behind the birthday cake I make every April 28 in memory of my friend Steve R. (Well, it’s a different cake every year, but it’s always chocolate–Steve’s favorite–and it always has Pooh characters on it because Winnie the Pooh and Piglet were a Steve and Becky thing.)

And Paul, in return for taking fantastic photographs throughout the weekend, wanted only some Southern cooking on his first trip to the South. (Technically, it’s the Southwest, but I’m a Southerner, so within the boundaries of The Compound, it’s the South. At the very least, I know how to put together a Southern table.)

So here’s Paul, holding his plate of fried chicken, purple hull peas, corn, cornbread, fried okra, salad, mashed potatoes, and gravy.