I ordered the beans that were left over from Buddy Jellison’s Saturday-night beanhole supper. My father wasn’t much for aphorisms—in my family dispensing nuggets of wisdom was Mom’s job—but as Daddy warmed up the Saturday-night yelloweyes in the oven on Sunday afternoon, he would invariably say that beans and beef stew were better the second day. I guess it stuck. The only other piece of fatherly wisdom I can remember receiving was that you should always wash your hands after you took a shit in a bus station.
Source: Bag of Bones ▫𓂃
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