Well...It's been about a week since I posted a pic of my spider bitten hairy leg for the world to see.  I'm about to post an updated picture.  I doctored the leg...made a little poultice.  I learned how to make a poultice when I was about ten from a seventy something year old black woman that cleaned our friend's house.  I got stung by a bee and she mixed up red clay, vinegar, lemon juice, spit and some other stuff spread it across my sting and wrapped it in a rag.  When it hardned she pulled the poultice off and it had drawn the venom out.  Concerning last week's spider bite, after doctoring my leg, I kept a close eye on it to make sure it would not rot off.  It hasn't yet.  It turned red, blue and then slightly black and then started looking better.  I had convinced myself to save the money and wait to go to the doctor.  What's the worse that could happen? ...I might have to get a peg leg.  ...but actually that would probably add to my stage show.  People would be like, "Have you seen the 'Amazing Peg Leg Shay'...He pounds on the piano and dances on a wooden leg."

My Great uncle Emmit married a woman named Rosie.  She had a wooden peg leg.  She had a couple of them that she could change out for looks.  I remember back when I was a kid going to their house.  It had a fire place with old Rosie's wood legs propped up against it.  I enjoyed looking at the designs and trying to figure out how they put the wooden peg on her numb.  Rosie's dead now.  Emmit had married about seven or eight different women.  Rosie is the only one they buried next to his grave.  Emmit's not dead though he's in his nineties.  He went ahead and purchased a burial plot anyway.  Last I heard he was in prison.  He was an o.k. guy to be around but had some rough ways, like pulling a knife out at my granddad (his brother's) funeral on his other brother.  Stuff like that.  His other wives had both of their legs to my knowledge.  Go listen to the new song I added to my profile.