My 10 year high school reunion is coming up this summer. I guess a lot has happened since then. But we won't get into that right now. Right now I'm kicking off a mini-series of anecdotes and trips down memory lane that should lead up to my reunion. If anyone reading the series has any related or competing recollections, I'd love to hear about them.
So, Monday night we were driving through Leeds by way of I-15, and I was reminded of our adventures with Catfish Charlie's. Ok, this story is actually post-high school. That's ok, I think of anything pre-mission (can somebody please set me straight on the proper use of hyphens?) as a high school memory. Back to the story. One day I was in Leeds, probably accompanying my family as they indulged their yard sale fetish, when I saw a small restaurant called "Catfish Charlie's." Slowly, a mania grew within me. I had to eat at Catfish Charlie's. I had never eaten catfish. I wanted to try it.
I summoned the posse (in this case that would be Seth Gubler, Alex Gubler, Kelcey Loveland, Danny Frost, Cole Blair, Dalyon Ruesch...am I missing anyone?) who collaborated with me on a racquetball/Catfish Charlie's outing. The racquetball was fun, and Catfish Charlie's was quite an experience. Once we got in there we couldn't speak normally. Some force settled upon us, forcing us to speak like hillbillies. Somewhere between the hush puppies and the Louisiana Sauce tales of an unforgettable character began flowing from the warped minds of Seth Gubler and Nathan Reeve. Her name was Aunt Helga, and she had...issues. The entire ride home and the subsequent weeks were filled with tales of the incredible Aunt Helga. We had to keep her in whenever the moon was out. The bears were scared of her. She went a courtin' from time to time--beaus beware.
I think we visited Catfish Charlie's once more before I left on my mission. They did have good catfish and hush puppies, though I got reports as time went on that the gang was getting disenchanted with the place.
Catfish Charlie's is long gone, but the memories live on.
2 years ago
6 comments:
LOL! I want to hear the "posse's" point of view on "Catfish Charlie's".
10 years is a long time, but isn't it funny how quickly it goes. Time I mean.
I remember being really disappointed with the food. I mean, they charged so much for the catfish, and then it didn't even taste very good! But, it was unforgettable; I haven't forgotten it to this day. I have some memory that . . . something . . . happened while we were there . . . something . . . that I can't quite put my finger on . . . something . . . that perhaps my mind has blocked out. Perhaps someone lost their money? Or was cheated? Or perhaps Aunt Helga proposed to Kelcey? I do remember the mania - of HAVING to go to Catfish Charlies before we went. It was an irresistible pull; like bananas to peanut butter. Good memories.
I wasn't even ENGAGED when my 10 yr high school reunion took place!
hi, its really a wonderful moment to be with friends when reunited, i we usually will be having a get together in our school itself...and your posts are very good, and most of all, your shop is too good...
Work From Home India
Wow! I can't believe I never commented on this yet!! From a southerner's perspective the Catfish from Catfish Charlie's was pert near as coulda been to the real deal..! The only thing better around is the Catfish Hotel right off the Mississippi river! Good ole times!
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