How'd he guess?

So, we'd been down to the Oldest House garden for an orchid auction on behalf of Stacy for Queen of Fantasy Fest.

She's Karl's wife, friends of friends, and we've known them for a few years, and . . . there were orchids.

So we went, and we bought two beauties: dendrobiums, one white and yellow and green, and the other a Key West flag blue (actually the cross is called "Robert's Delight," which I didn't know until I bought it), with roots that trailed at least 3 feet under the plant.

And there we were on our way home, walking up Duval, past Cowboy Bill's, where the barker was shouting at the passing throngs: "Coun-try MUUU-sic . . . COUN-try MUUU-sic . . . !"

I was walking with my blue one held high by necessity to keep the roots off the sidewalk, and Robert was walking with his yellow-green one just a little less so, but with wrist definitely up.

"Country MU-sic," he was calling to the sidewalk crowd. "COUN-try
MUUU . . ."

He halted, looked us up and down, had a little grin, and said:

"Maybe not so much."