One time Potter came in from fishing on the Friendship.

Granny Brown was lying on the couch, sweat pouring off of her, wrapped up in two blankets, a chenille bathrobe, and a flannel nightgown. Shivering.

Potter asked her what was wrong and she said, "I got the swine hog."

She had taken Gerald Ford's Swine Flu Prevention Immunization Program shot and it gave her the flu.

Pyle could identify.

When he was in the Air Force, in 1957, they made him get a flu shot and it gave him the flu. He was in the hospital for a week. To protect his buddies from getting it.

Many of them were in the hospital, too.

Now, he had the swine hog again.

Luckily, he could stay at home from work, wash his hands frequently with soap and water, and cough into his sleeve.

He could watch television. Find out what to do. Get a flu shot.

Too late for that. He had the flu.

Drink orange juice. Stay hydrated. Watch television.

Potter was the cook, on the Friendship.

The cook got an extra share.

If you complained about the food, you had to cook.

Nobody would complain about the food.

Of course, Potter was a good cook, and didn't mind doing it.

Owen learned to cook from Uncle Potter.

One of Potter's specialties was trash fish étouffée.

Just before you take it up, you add a stick of butter.

Balder called Potter and Suzette's house in Santa Rosa Beach Pork with a C.

Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

Pyle rented a movie last weekend called Julia, thinking it was the new movie about Julia Child, and it was a movie with Tilda Swinton, who was bat-shit crazy. She kidnapped a kid and went to Mexico, where kidnappers kidnapped the kid from her.

It was like Amores Perros, including the vicious dogs.

I ended Immobilized in Point and Shoot with a line from Randy Newman's Good Old Boys and begin BREAKTHROUGH with a line from Po' White Trash.

Wag your tail for 'em, Bill. I'm making a clean breast of it.