We’re after that same rainbow’s end, waitin’ ’round the bend. My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me.
— Johnny Mercer
There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South… Here in this pretty world Gallantry took its last bow… Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave… Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered. A Civilization gone with the wind…
— Gone With The Wind
Setting up for my Southern dinner party tonight. The corn is grilling and the chicken is waiting to fry. Recipes to come!