May 2009 Howl at the Moon

WHAT'S GOING ON DOWN THERE?

I THINK MAUNSEL HAS SOMETHING TO TELL US

BERT, YOU ARE KEEPING SOME MIGHTY STRANGE COMPANY

COME ON PAUL!! YOU NEED SOME FRIED CHICKEN

BETT & PAUL ENJOYING AN ADULT BEVERAGE WITH HARRIET

'G' PUTS THAT GORGEOUS SMILE ON DR. PAUL

SUSAN, LADIE BEA & DONNA- THREE LOVELIES

THIS IS LIVING PROOF THAT AUBURN & GEORGIA FANS CAN CO-EXIST

THE DOGS ARE REALLY GOOD, AREN'T THAY DAVID? & IF YOU HURRY YOU CAN SNATCH THAT ONE OUT OF BETT'S LEFT HAND

YES SALLY, YOU CAN HAVE FIVE MORE WINES (IF DAVID ISN'T WATCHING) TOM THINKS IT WILL BE JUST FINE!

NICE HAIR HANK

LIL' TAKES-UP WITH THE STRANGEST FOLKS & I'M SURE DIDON HAS THE WHOLE STORY. BEING THE NICE GUY HE IS, TOM WILL LISTEN.

IT HAPPENS EVERY DAY, WHETHER WE ARE HERE OR NOT

NICE GATHERING - FUN FOLKS LOVE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME

I THINK THE BOYS ARE HAPPY

NOW I DON'T KNOW IF 'G' BELIEVES WHAT MIKE IS SAYING

NOW HOW HARD CAN IT BE TO PUSH THAT BUTTON??

NOW THAT'S CREATIVE, DAN!! THIS IS WHAT A GOOD ARCHITECT CAN DO FOR YOU

STEPHEN, LISTEN-UP, ITS DR. PAUL & HE'S GOING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING. I'M SURE SUSAN & HARRIET WILL LISTEN

NANCY'S BABY BOY WITH HIS LOVELY BRIDE

WHAT DO HANDS ON THE HIP MEAN, DAVID? IT MUST BE GETTING LATE SALLY. I SEE THE MOON HIGH IN THE SKY. I'M SURE ITS CLOSE TO CLOSING TIME. OK! MAYBE YOU CAN HAVE ONE MORE. I GUARANTEE, LB WILL HAVE ONE WITH YOU. SCOTCH FOR 'POPS' WOULD PROBABLY HELP.

EASTER 2009 @ SUSAN'S

Easter Sunday 2009 was another beautiful day that the Posse & friends shared together at Susan's house. The weather was awesome, which allowed us to spill out onto the deck & porch, otherwise it would have been elbow to elbow. But it was pretty much that way in the kitchen anyway!! - "...let me get to the fried chicken & where is the ham, etc., etc...." It seems that we gravitate to the kitchen or the bar - why is that??

We stayed late & enjoyed another beautiful Easter together. Sleep came easy for at least one of us. See if you can find that sleepy Posse person.

Queenie Memorial Service

The evening of November 25, 2008 once again found Posse members gathered at Grayton Beach to celebrate. But this time it wasn’t about the sunset or full moon, it was to celebrate the life of our dear departed four legged Jack Russell friend/co-founder of the P.O.E.T.S., Queenie (Poteet). She was the instigator for us gathering for sunsets. The “Queen” insisted that ‘mom & dad’, otherwise know as Peggy & Jim, bring her to the beach every afternoon – didn’t matter about how hot, how cold or if it was pouring rain, she was going to the beach or pace the floor at home, somewhat insistently.

Over the years, our Posse continued to grow – ‘cause we knew Queenie would be bringing Peggy &/or Jim to the beach for sunset and certainly there would be ‘intellectual’ conversation. You know, the likes of Pluto, Socrates and all those dudes. Sure! OK, I think libations had something to do with it!

That evening we gathered to spread her ashes on the beach she loved so much. We gave thanks for all the lives that have gained new meaning, by friendships that have been made and enriched all those countless sunset evenings together, waiting for the day to pass; times sharing our individual journeys with those we have come to love so dearly.

‘The Queen’ has meant more to us than most of us recognize. Our friendships are a tribute to her and times together. R.I.P.

April 2009 - Howl at the Moon

Dana thinks she likes it!

Now I'm sure Susan is telling 'em like it is. She's got the answers.

This group just keeps growing.

Sherrie, A PEACE of what? And Laura are you hiding a puppy under that cloak?

Sally, is that really your third piece of chicken? Um, Um, Good!!

I think somebody needs to bring fried chicken everytime!!

OH ME!! Ya'll need to get a room.

Lots of great smiles! We don't ever have any fun.

It was just a tad chilly, but given the right antifreeze, we'll make it.

Kim says that vessel is pure premium acrylic, that's OK with me. Nothing but the finest!!!

Now something has got to be done or the 'glass police' are going to impound those glasses!

Mike, I thought I told you, No glass on the beach!!! I guess if you are Artist of the Year you have special privileges.