Coming back into Venice I asked Roland about the Vietnamese fishermen who I heard had moved into Southern Louisiana. Did they have any special communities or towns of their own? “No, dey heah,” he said. “In fact dat dock ovuh deah is owned by a Vietnamese, dose ah dey boats right deah.” Their shrimp boats […]
Monthly Archives: May 2014
The Vietnamese Shrimpers of Louisiana.
09-May-14Into the Gray of the Gulf.
09-May-14online purchase Seroquel So began one of the great rides of my life, with Roland, my pilot for this expedition. He absolutely refused any kind of monetary compensation; but I did get his address, and will send him some maple syrup. He was a man about fifty, with an intelligent look in his eyes. His accent sometimes sounded […]
With the Coonasses at the Marina.
09-May-14I ate lunch at Crawgators, the Venice Marina’s restaurant, when it opened; I talked to the waitresses about life in Venice, Hurricane Katrina, how cold it was (for them – it was probably 70), how much they liked New Orleans. The sandwich they gave me was served on Texas toast, each slice of bread an […]
Waiting at the Marina.
07-May-14I called the harbormaster in the morning, around six. He seemed gruff and not likely to be helpful. “Yeah theh’s boats goin’ out. Jes go ‘round and ask the captains if they’ll tek you.” This was one of the problems – I felt – with calling ahead. When on a telephone, the stranger’s best guarantee […]
Cajun Towing.
05-May-14People who live on the water have different lives from us landlubbers.
I had a few hours of daylight left me after Catherine’s departure, so I got on my bike for the first time and rode around town. I will confess that I was confused by what I saw – I saw only contradictions. Biking through town I saw new homes everywhere, mostly of the cheapest, pre-fabricated […]
To the Edge of the Deep Gray Sea.
04-May-14We scurried back to our hotel, threw our things into the truck, and checked out. I presume they were used to guests missing check-out times. The clerk said nothing about it. South we went. We went over the Mississippi on that big bridge, and I just marveled at the thing. “Look at that! Look at […]
New Orleans.
04-May-14It’s the details. The live-oak leaves in the gutter, the feather boa… and of course the cup-holder, perfectly fitted for a to-go cup.
Easter in New Orleans.
04-May-14We woke up to Easter Sunday in New Orleans. We planned to go to church and get down to Venice as quickly as possible – Catherine needed to drive back to Kentucky that same day. We also wanted to stop at a grocery store to make sure we had enough food for the rest of […]
Down to New Orleans.
01-May-14We got out of the Smokies after noon, and now we were pressed for time. It was mid-day on Holy Saturday, and by Monday morning we would have to drive down to the southernmost point in Louisiana – almost two hours south of New Orleans – and then Catherine would leave me, driving the truck […]