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,…
Odd jobs. It seems to by my way of life. Neither the wetland tours nor the fishing charters are providing full-time work, so as a freelancer, I’m always open to new assignments.
Meet Citrus Reticulata, better known down the bayou as plain, old satsumas. Some folks who grow them in their yards just refer to them as oranges. However, the term orange does not do this fruit justice.
So, here’s the really cool thing about having Thanksgiving early: I can come back here and tell you about a couple new things she/we tried and liked and can share the recipes with you.