Pot Luck

This was not Ted’s idea.

We talk pretty often over the phone lines.
I usually try and interrupt his lunchtime
to find out how things are going
to get the scoop on the weather
and the comings and goings of his corner on the island.

He usually has a good story to tell
asks about Pat
and tries to interrupt my painting time.

So on one of those calls last winter I mentioned this idea I had
well, only a title really,
Pot Luck
Nope.
He says.
Just like that. Nipped it right in the bud.
I don’t like that one.
Ok then, love ya, talk to ya next week.

Couple of months go by.
Uncle Bob comes up with the lobster pot I’ve been looking for.
Sooo… Pat goes and fetches us the biggest lobster in Pennsylvania.

I slice up the lemon
pile up the up island rocks
set the coals to light and the water a’ boilin’
and at the very last minute
grab the garden hose.

Ted’s right there
always looking over my shoulder in the studio
keeping me honest.
But you can’t blame him for this one.