Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 09, 2021

Well, he did always think he was hot stuff.

Sweatin’ To The Oldies

….and then Uncle Stew hit pay dirt.

I hope he gets a good share of the tips, at least.

The bad news is . . . that’s the mashed potatoes.

It’s a living.

Life’s a ditch.

Give Stew some credit. He always said those classes in playwrighting and dramaturgy were time well spent.

Rather than just leaving by the front door, he would rather do it the hard way.

Is that why he was scent here. That stew doesn’t smell very appetizing.

Jack Rabbit Slim’s it ain’t.

Great artists are always misunderstood…

and so is Stew.

They suffer for their Art… and so does Stew.

Unfortunately all that doesn’t make him a great artist.

I wish we had one of those thematic devices at our local McDonalds, instead of that noisy children’s jungle gym thing.

I thought he was a “Rheumatic Drill”… ☺

Well…I checked to make sure “thematic” meant what I thought it meant,,,it does. Ballard Street is long winding road, I’ve become lost here, more than once………………….In other words, “HUH?”.

As long as he gets paid in coffee, beer and lunch. :)

This might actually make it as a “theme restaurant”. Mark Twain used to say, “I enjoy manual labor. I can sit and watch it for hours.”

He used to work on a car engine, but the women all complained that their guy would go over, watch, and offer advice.

I arrest “Stew” in the name of the law!! :>)

Stew loved playing in the sandbox as a child. This is his dream job.

He’s digging the pit for this week’s luau.

OK, but the authentic “butt crack” is over the line. :)