It’s the end of another year, and I find myself sitting here at loose ends–so many things I should have gotten done in 2011 and did not, for whatever reasons. As time goes, it’s just another Saturday, but the fact that it’s the last Saturday of the year puts an undue pressure on me to get up and get something done. I started on Chapter 10 of the Adventures of Bayou Woman, but it’s not flowing, so I know it’s not the time to start a new chapter.
For days after my first crew boat excursion, all I could think about were the mysteries that lie beyond the mouth of Bayou Grand Caillou in that vast ocean called the Gulf of Mexico. Previously, those were just words on the map sitting below Louisiana, between Florida and Texas. Now, those words denoted a real…
In case you’re thinking that’s where Santa stays, think again. The Jolly Inn is a local, old-time dance hall in Houma, Louisiana, where you might find yourself having a jolly old time, if you just let your hair down and let your feet fly! That is exactly what Lil Sis and I did on one of her recent trips down the bayou.
It’s a tradition down the bayou, to have a Christmas boat parade that takes Santa past all our houses, ending up down the bayou where he gets out of the boat and gives gifts to all the kids while everyone eats gumbo. As I watched the boat parade and took photos, a little story formed in my brain, and this poem is the result. I hope you enjoy it, mon amis!
Strange title but hopefully just strange enough to lure you into reading this little fishing report from last Friday. Since late October, the trout have been elusive in Lake Decade, and while everyone I talk to has their own theory as to why, none of us really knows why for sure. Somehow, though, since Thanksgiving,…