so the story goes...I was waiting tables at this little local place that had live music on the weekends. One Saturday nite we had a blues performer by the name of Catfish Hodge came in. Apparently he was quite popular locally the 70's. So I was working and asked if he needed anything. "A brick" he replied. "Sorry, I'm fresh outta bricks" I answered. Later in the evening he asked me "Have you found me a brick yet?" "not yet" I said. My much older sister was quite jealous because she was a BIG fan of his & wanted to know about the little inside thing Catfish & I had going. Anyhow the next time he came to play I made sure I had a brick for him. The cool thing was that he actually truly appreciated it. Even though it was such a simple thing he appreciated the thought & the fact that it was something I had made, you know.
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Sorry to be long winded. Just thought a catfish brick needed a little explanation. Thanks for looking.