re: Baw shite your dad did when you were growing up...

My brothers and sisters have nicer memories of my dad then I do, I was the kid with the smart mouth that would piss him off, my mom wouldn't let me go to school until the swelling went down.

But, he was a white-collar alcoholic, he bought a bunch of cheap property when most of Metairie was a swamp. One day I was with him, he was driving around to check on his 'lots'. We got to one and there was a fiberglass boat on a trailer in the middle of all the weeds. I have no idea why, but he said 'I told them sob's not to leave their stuff here.'

He gets a can of gas out of the trunk, pours it all over the boats and lights it. We then went to his best friend's house, I got out to see his boy who was my age, I heard my dad's friend say, 'I'll tell Coci, he'll take care of it.'
Bill Coci was Jeff Parish sheriff at the time. I wanted to ask why we couldn't have kept the boat to go fishing, but I knew better.

I'm sure there were really good times. My dad didn't finish HS, but made a good living and supported a lot of kids.

burning shite
burned lots of shite
always had m80s for new years eve
we lived on the corner and had a hydrant in front of the house
ol man had a fire hose rigged for the hydrant and would hose down the street
did all kinds of fun stuff
crawfishing, snake hunting, bottle hunting, blackberry picking, raised baby alligators, had pet coons
miss that ol bird…

Had a magazine rack built into the wall next to his toilet. He usually spent 1-2 hours in the morning reading on his throne. I picked up the same habit, but Dad's bathroom was his sanctuary- Mom had to share the kid's bathroom with all 6 kids. No one messed with dads bathroom.

Like a lot of yall, everything my dad does is baw shite, I could have told half the stories I’ve read. I’d say the most baw shite he ever did was before he retired, he was plugging and abandoning oil wells. This involved cutting the casing which was usually done down hole with chemical cutters, which are basically bombs. One particular job he had to cut the casing up near the surface so he used dynamite instead. He made sure he brought more than enough and had to have a police escort to the dock. When he started setting up he realized what he didn’t use he’d have to get an escort to bring it back so he said shite on it and used all of it. He had a safety meeting and then backed the crew boat up a safe distance and then set the charge. Still blew the damn windows out of the crew boat

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Had a magazine rack built into the wall next to his toilet. He usually spent 1-2 hours in the morning reading on his throne. I picked up the same habit, but Dad's bathroom was his sanctuary

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sounds like the type of baw who, like his father before him, proudly sat atop a Ferguson, the Stradivarius of toilets.

Dad was even keeled, taught me to repair things and hunt but other than that he was just a great dad. Mom was against him drinking at home so he rarely drank and never at home.

Now my uncle Ray on the other hand would come visit with aunt Vivian, dad’s sister, and he’d bring a six pack of old Milwaukee tall boys and a pack of cigarettes and they wouldn’t leave til his beer was gone. He taught all us kids to water ski and when he would ski he always had a cigarette in his mouth and a beer in his hand, that always seemed pretty out there to me…haha.

I had a great childhood.

When I was born, my Dad was in the Marines. He was born and raised on the bayou. Taught me how to hunt and fish. Spent lots of time in the swamp. My family is related to the Landry’s (Swamp People).

It was always a learning experience with him. We did electrical, rebuilt transmissions, too many things. Life was good growing up.

Drove a beaten up '65 Mustang with a rusted out hole in the passenger side floor. When his coffee got too cold or his beer too warm he would hand it to me and say, "pour this out through the floor hole".