Round a-bout, 6/9/02 12:00 pm, ya’ll said:
> Dear Kramer “Bubba” – you know I always trip on calling a guy Bubba –
> something sort of overly-familiar and sweet
> but insulting at the same time –
> not sure I can wrap my northern roots around it but I’ll try.
Wrap away. One of my favorite observations is about the country who lives next door to Texas. “Only two good things every came out of Louisiana, food and women.”
Which is an even more remarkable statement for me because my first wife was from there – good thing I’m not bitter or anything.
“So you’ll come tonight?” my Louisiana neighbor asked, “I’ve got some Boudin.”
Boudin is some sort of Cajun sausage. I liked it even more until I found out it was “blood sausage.” C’est la vie, mon cher.
So it was a truly barefoot day, eating boudin and crawfish pies inthe trailer park last night. Really good food.
More ways than one. Looks like we got monster of storm, excuse me, it’s \\just\\ a tropical depression. But it will depress me if I can’t fish this weekend.
