One time I drove Owen up the country to join the James King Band.
He had a Winn-Dixie bag with clean socks and an extra flannel shirt
in it, bib overalls, he wore a Carhartt hunting jacket and Red Wing boots,
he had his fiddle case with a painting of a bluegrass band by Woodie Long on it,
and a cooler full of oysters he and Balder caught in Skunk Bayou in our yellow,
secondhand, fiberglass canoe. Every time I'd stop for gas he'd open the tail gate
of the truck and shuck some oysters and we'd have them on a Saltine cracker with
Louisiana hot sauce. Man, were they good. Fat and salty. Coming home
I took US 319 to the end, at the foot of the bridge across
the Apalachicola River.