Story Teller

I warned you that I may take the words in my profile one at a time and blog on it. So, he goes one. Before you read this post, I have to tell you that it deals with eating rodent.

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I like to tell stories. They may also tell you that I’m not the best story teller, or that I can sometimes get tedious in the telling. They aren’t bad stories, though. I like hearing them. Now, when I tell a story it’s always based on truth. I do like to embellish, not so that it takes away the underlying truth, or makes the story unbelievable, or makes me appear to be something I’m not. There is no formula for truth v. embellishment. It varies. The goal is to tell a good story.

One of the many books I’ve had swimming around in my head is a memoir about times spent and adventures had in the woods. This story didn’t happen while spending time outdoors, however, it’s one I like to tell. It’s a little long, and there is no embellishment to this one. It is as was. I hope you like it.

Several years ago I was working in a warehouse for a company that shall be left unknown. Partly due to liability reasons, but mainly because I just don’t like them. Anyway, we were in the break room for lunch one day, and I was regaling my coworkers with stories of places I’ve been and different foods I’ve eaten. I say regaling, they may say repulsing. Oh, well…potato – basketball. I finally got around to talking about a true southern delicacy that I have had the pleasure to dine upon many times. Yep! You guessed it! The possum! (REMEMBER TOU WERE FOREWARNED) Now, for my more squeamish readers, I won’t go into detail of the process of getting a possum from woods to plate; however, if you want to stop reading now, I will understand. For those of you who are more adventurous, or you just want a good laugh, keep reading.

So I was talking about the rodent gourmet, and a little woman who overheard my conversation asked me if I really had really eaten possum, and where I got it from. I told her that the first few times I had it it had been prepared by some friends of mine. I then told her that I had, on occasion, been fortunate enough to find some pretty fresh ones on the side of the road on my way home. I said that, if you can tell they haven’t been there long, you can clean them and freeze them right away. She was interested in this. Or horrified one. I couldn’t tell.

So, a few weeks go by and this same little woman comes up to me and says that she has something in her car for me, and asked if I could meet her after work. I asked what it was and she just said that it was a surprise. After work I went out to her car and she opened the trunk. She said that she was on her way home yesterday, and the car in front of her hit a possum. She said that she remembered what I had said about getting it before it had laid out too long, so she stopped and got it and put it in her car! She apologized that all she had to put it in was an empty dog food bag, but she put it in her freezer and brought it to me. I had absolutely no idea what to say to this, so I thanked her, gave her a big hug, and took the possum carcass home to bury in my back yard, hoping that she wouldn’t see any more get hit on her way home.

Published by brokenanvil29325

Hi, Y’all, I started my blog in September of 2017. A lot of stuff has happened since then, and I have added a lot of posts. I have recently purchased a domain – jimgblack.blog – through WordPress.com, who has been posting my blogs from the beginning, and so I am editing this post to bring it up to date. So…the title, Broken Anvil…what does it mean? I hear you asking. When I was younger my daddy used to say I could tear up an anvil, if I could ever get my hands on one. It wasn’t that I was a destructive little brat (depending on whom you ask), just very inquisitive as to how things worked. So, I would tear things apart to get to the insides. I just never could put them back together – hence the reason I’m not a surgeon. Anyway, I have often thought that Broken Anvil would be a good name for a lot of things, none of which I could ever get around to creating. So I figured, what the heck? Use it as the title for my blog. If you look at my profile, you will see that I started this venture to practice my writing and just have fun with it. I am starting my first book, and welcome any and all help, advice, tips, tricks and criticisms I can get. I hope you will read and follow my posts, and recommend me to others. My two biggest wishes are that I will become a better writer, and that you will just enjoy what you read. I have a lot of interests, and will write on a variety of things. Some serious. Some humorous. But always from the heart and my warped perspective on things. You can also follow me on Twitter and my writing page on Facebook, which I see needs a lot of serious work, by clicking on the social media icons found on each page. I hope you like what you see. If you do, please leave a like and/or a comment. And feel free to recommend my blog to others who might enjoy it.

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