Happy birthday, Slappy!

slap --
Let's take da party here.



Happy birthday, you grumpy old coot.

 

Gawd, I haven't been there since Shelby Strother's wake...

Thanks for the memories....

 

I thought long and hard about returning the birthday salutation that you gave me on Sept. 27 Slappy. Then I realized that you're simply not worth it. I'm not an a-hole.
Happy belated birthday and here's wishing you more birthdays.

 

Uh, not for nothing, but that was the last time I was there, too.

 

I've heard Poor Joe Falls Was Frightened By An Earthquake there.

 

One time, I was in Detroit over Memorial Day weekend, and Shelby took us to the OMB for a blues festival. We spent the better part of an afternoon and evening there and the next day, at the event, Bill Halls asked me what I'd done over the holiday. I told him.
"The Old Miami!" he replied. "My first week in the paper, I covered a triple murder there!"
Classic.

 

A Shelby anecdote with a Cementhead drop in... good times.