Tuesday 4/29/14
As news headlines confirmed, that storm over me last night
moved eastward and grew much worse, pounding the Gulf Coast with 28-inches of
rain! I called Steve to check on his bayou home in Panama City; no flood damage
but roof leaks over the dining room. Watered-down soup seems minor compared to
the severe damage reported around Pensacola.
New Orleans is a special city to many people. My late
girlfriend, Lisa, was born and raised there, her father a prominent doctor, living for
many years in The French Quarter, just behind Central Grocery. Why mention a grocery
store? Central Grocery makes a sandwich as unique as Nawlins itself, the
Muffuletta. So, hungry and in no rush, I made the southerly detour to pick up
lunch, dinner, and lunch again (it’s that big) and reflect on good times past.
Good times in my past also include Louisiana Cajun country, shrimp
‘etoufee, and dancing to Zydeco music, so I made a point at stopping near Lafayette
to find some live music. It was the same KOA that Dan and I first stayed at on
our way east and I groaned then to read that one of my favorite musicians,
Keith Frank, was playing a festival that weekend, but we needed to keep going.
This
time I groaned to miss him playing again – next weekend! Well, Tuesday night or
not I was determined to find some live music. Listed on the web for Zydeco is
The Cowboy’s Saloon and all the trucks in the parking lot seemed to confirm its
name. Inside was loud with not Zydeco or Cajun music but a mediocre Country
band, oh well. A few Southern Comforts and Buds (tap beer? “we ain’t got none”)
and they didn’t sound so bad and the rough-and-tumble, tattooed women were
looking better too, especially one of the bar maids with two gold teeth – at
least she had them evenly spaced. As I was the only person there in Topsiders
and kaki pants and one other person with a ponytail (and she had a very big
boyfriend : -) I eased on back to Hobbes.
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