If you heard a rumbling noise when Stephen Scott of Jena pulled into BBQ Bill's last Thursday it wasn't car trouble. The noise came from the remains of a large fish hooked on a neon pink line that dragged behind the auto. Scott, a crewman working on cell towers in the Cedar Key area, said it was a prank played by his boss and that was all he had to say on the matter.
Bill Roberson knows where he comes from, a long line of Levy County crackers stretching back seven generations. His ancestors came to these parts in the early 1800s, making a living as carpenters, cattlemen and the sowers of seeds.
Nobody needs to tell me I cannot sing, although I have many fine friends who forward this information to me on a regular basis. It is as though there was a friend-wide conspiracy trying to convince me not to sing in public. Even the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage gets in on this act.