tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post116914960799785916..comments2023-10-18T03:06:25.107-07:00Comments on The Daily Growler: Life and Death--Writers Writing WritingThe Daily Growlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15052460567863294528noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-12300205065543214442009-07-18T22:02:48.457-07:002009-07-18T22:02:48.457-07:00And a swell of penises (in the assemblage departme...And a swell of penises (in the assemblage department).Marybethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13278520565186414844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26130622.post-1169988589615164872007-01-28T04:49:00.000-08:002007-01-28T04:49:00.000-08:00I met EUDORA WELTY at the Biltmore in Atlanta in J...I met EUDORA WELTY at the Biltmore in Atlanta in July '57. The bar was full of sweaty salesmen and me and my husband Buddy (died in '58) had already had two or three beers when she came in and walked clear to the end of the bar looking for a seat. Not one salesman offered his stool to her. Since she was a tall woman, she just looked of the head of a man and shouted, "whiskey." The bar tender jumped and everything was silent for a split-second. Buddy jumped up and offered her a seat in our booth but I told him she could fend for herself. She sat down, and Buddy and I never had a moment of peace after that, with Ms. Welty asking us about everything under the sun in Atlanta. Turned out she was there to attend a funeral. She never bought anyone a drink in THAT bar.<BR/>www.ruthieblacknaked.blogspot.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com