BuddyRoeaux

Dad graduated with Jimmy Buffett. When he would fly between his FL house to his Galveston home, he would stop and refuel in Houma. Jimmy would always give my dad a call and they would meet at JB & Barbra’s Frost Tops to grab lunch. Dad would slide him a few 5lb blocks of P&D shrimp. I must have made this trip with dad at least 50 times not knowing exactly who he was except that it was just my dads friend Mr. Jimmy. I kick myself all the time now not taking the chances to see him in concert because I took that relationship for granted…

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You can't even take the ole lady out for a nice meal any moreby WhuckFistleNormally the wife finishes a margarita before the snake comes out.

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You nailed it.

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I might be late but I nominate Sydney Beas.

Wasn’t there a revitalization proposal for the warehouse district that included an arena and soccer field by one of the major oil companies? That would be a reason ASM Global would not have heard anything about it…

Looks and sounds like a war zone in Covington right now…

This is a repost from a previous topic but I feel this story fits here perfectly.

Louisiana Urban Legends



Growing up as a Kid, there was a story of the lost souls on Bayou Sale Rd between Dulac and Cocodrie. Legend goes that it’s the Purgatory of the swamp. If you see a hitchhiker, chances are it’s a soul set to embark on the long walk that never ends through the gnats, gators and other demon animals of the night.

All the fiddler crabs are just the souls that have given up and left to fend for themselves. In the middle of Bayou Sale Rd, there is a cross that has been up for many years to help them guide their way to salvation. When I was in high school, Father Freddie Decal from Holy Family Catholic Church went to bless the road after hearing of the myth and placed the cross and wreath in that location. After, it was said he felt, “an uneasy feeling of guilt and despair came among him when he entered the first hard turn. Like he couldn’t look in his rear view mirror for it would be like looking into the soul of someone he couldn’t help.”

People speed on that road all the time and see the hitchhikers. When they look back, they are gone.

I enjoy the fat electricians work.