I recall Sam in a tiny 400 populous place on a Fri night eating all you could eat fried catfish, French fries, corn bread and chow chow…
I says to Russ is that Sam? “Good Lord Man! He is inhaling it! He has Cornmeal all over his face!”
And Russ says “My but aint he all so powdery fresh”
I almost split my side a laffing!
Storm chasers are a hoot.