Monday, December 16, 2013
BOUDIN KING CAJUN WAY in CROWLEY, LA
I very much doubt the restaurant's cuisine had anything to do with Santa's zonked condition across the street from the restaurant. We ate there, fried okra, gumbo with a side of battered catfish and lived to give it GREAT reviews. I think it was the heat that done-in the old guy.
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Good to see you out and around and avoiding the beaten track.
Even though I've marinated considerably longer than 58 years, John Steinbeck's words still ring true, “When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age.In middle age I was assured greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. Four hoarse blasts of a ships's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage. In other words, once a bum always a bum. I fear this disease incurable. I set this matter down not to instruct others but to inform myself....A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we not take a trip; a trip takes us.”
"Travels with Charley" is the only audiobook I own. It plays well on extended RV trips.
My gypsy wanderlust is making me insane. I can't wait to get my own camper.
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