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| Roads, A Reason and Sometimes a Place to Celebrate |
| Reverantly |
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| Stations of the Cross, Grand Coteau. From the "Small Towns Article". |
| Off of Castor Plunge, south of La.428, and Alexandria, Rapides Parish. Northwest of Woodworth. I'm telling you this because the BLVD is probably not listed on the map. Picture taken from "The Boeuf" series. |
| Below, the huge draw bridge over the Intracoastal Canal at Houma is a monument to the hours of contemplation that has been a side benefit of the Canal. Not only has the Canal provided safe shipping for our country, but up until recently with the installation of bridges, it has provided our people with a place to rest, an excuse to be late going or coming from or returning to work. Usual stops at the bridge for on tug and barge, 20 minutes. For a line of tugs and barges, 30 to 45 minutes. Sometimes longer if the bridgeman goes to sleep. |
| Below is a picture of a "road" I celebrated getting off of. The local resident said I would have no problem getting back "thar" on that "dang" motorcycle. Had he ridden my motorcycle? Did his use of the word "dang" insinuate he really didn't care if I returned to civilization. I need to read people better when accepting directions. |
| I got it stuck somewhere north of Pineville looking for this resort, Magnolia Park, which was on a stream back in the 1930's. My father in law had mentioned it so many times I had to find it. I did. No one but deer hunters had been here for a while. |
| You never can tell where you're going to be on your birthday. My bike celebrated her 22,222 mile on the back side of Chicot State Park, north of Ville Platte. At about 22,223, I crashed her hard into the ground onto some cement blocks and red mud doing considerable damage. Sometimes celebrations can go bad. Be careful. |
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| I need to get down to Houma and show you the land of my early youth. I have fond memories of crawfishing and building rafts, playing in the hay loaf, looking for the pet King Snake. The next door neighbors had 13 children for me to play with. Then at age 9, I moved to New Orleans for not such a good time. I learned a lot there. I had some very good experiences and some bad ones. I think maybe living there has led to my love for the wide open spaces. |