I remember one Christmas in Tallulah,
we washed sherds on Christmas Day.
At Thanksgiving, Susan Percy came up,
and she and George went out to eat. They did not
invite us. We were crew and George was the assistant
principal investigator. The subordinate investigator?
SI? API? Our bed, the bed springs were loud, and it
inhibited us, so in George's absence we had wild, screaming
sex to our heart's content. I think Brenda cooked a turkey,
but she might not have. George gave her $20 a week to feed
the three of us, three meals a day. I might have bought a baking hen
out of my own pocket. To celebrate the day off. We washed sherds.
It was all-archeology, all-the-time. A Coles Creek temple mound.
Mt. Nebo, after the church that once sat on it.