We stopped at a hole in the wall catfish restaurant today, and lucked out because a bluegrass band was playing. I was singing along sorta under my breath, and the band ended up bringing me to everyone’s attention, saying that I was the “spitting image of Ricky Scagg’s wife”. I’m so glad they didn’t say I was the spittin’ image of Ricky Scaggs.
Anyway, an unexpected really fun time tonight! Here’s another video, this one of my twin, Sharon White-Scaggs. I really think the only resemblance is the dark eyebrows. Great song, this.
Hard to believe from a Northern girl like me, but I LOVE bluegrass and catfish. It sounds like a fun time.
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‘Catfish restaurant’ just sounds weird to me – like ‘prawn bar’ or ‘salmon take-away’.
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