Originally posted by Dave Davidson1: We spell it s-p-u-d here in Texas.
Here in Okie-land, we just call 'em TATERS and they must be fried.
"They call me...Tater Salad. My son, Tater Tot..."
"Only after sorrow's hand has bowed your head will life become truly real to you; then you will acquire the noble spirituality which intensifies the reality of life. I go to an all-powerful God. Beyond that I have no knowledge--no fear--only faith."
