Couple The Bunkhouse Boys

Phredeaux & Johnny ~ Souvenirs
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Mais, these two hep cats is a couple my oldest and best friends ... and pretty damn good musicians, both ... but don't tell'em I said dat, on account they git the big head, yeh. Dat's ol' Arkie Johnny Clark in the bibs, and NoBed Fred aka *Phredeaux* in the shades. I cain't tell ya Phredeaux's last name ... because he's in dat gubmint witness protection program (hence the shades) and is currently flyin' incognito down on the low-low, kwim??

This is the old house I lived in, back in Emporia in the early 80's ~ those two ol' scoundrels, Phreddy & Johnny, played their first gig together on this front porch. I owned a bbq joint back in them days, Walter Roscoe's Hickory House, so mah circle of friens included more than one *starving musician* that was wont to sing fer their supper...and I was happy to oblige. Had lotsa great jam sessions on the porch this ol' house, that's seen better days, yeh.

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Phreddy and Johnny, two old friens, met in the park every day to feed the pigeons, watch the squirrels and discuss world problems.

One day Johnny didn't show up. Phreddy wasn't too too concerned; He thought Johnny might have a cold or some urgent appointment.

But after Johnny hadn't showed up for a week or so, Phreddy got really worried, yeh.

After a month had passed, Phreddy figured he had prolly seen the last of ol' Arkie Johnny, God rest his wretched soul...

On his next visit to the park, however, Johnny was sitting on their usual bench, feedin' dem pigeons like nuthin' was amiss.

Amazed and delighted, Phreddy exclaimed, ''For crying out loud Johnny, what in tarnation happened to you, HUHHHHHH?''

Ol' Johnny replied, ''Mais, I been in jail.''

''Jail?'' cried Phreddy. ''You? What on earth for?''

''Well,'' Johnny said, ''you know Sue Ellen ... dat cute lil' blond waitress at the cawfee shop where I sometimes go?''

''Yes,'' said Phreddy, ''I remember her. What about her?''

''Well, one day she filed rape charges against me. At mah advanced age, I was so proud that when I got into court, I pleaded ''guilty.''

''Dat wiley ol' judge, him, he took one look at me...and then he hauled off and gave me 30 days for perjury!!!!!"