It was 1979, and I was working as a dispatcher for ODECO. She answered the old black phone in her native tongue, her words lost on me. I had called her house to ask if her son, the crew boat captain, happened to be home. Hoping she could understand me, I continued in English, “He has to go on a run right now.” His boat was next up to take a trip out to the Gulf to deliver emergency equipment, and as night dispatcher, it was my job to find him. She understood me well enough to relate to me in broken English where she thought he might have been.Continue reading →
First off, I have to ask forgiveness for putting up this type of post, since it has to do with a part-time gig I’m working on right now. Secondly, I have some bad news to break to you, the faithful readers who have come to know Bayou Fabio through stories I’ve written about him over the years on this blog.Continue reading →
Sometimes reality gets in the way of my writing, and on this occasion, I hope you will indulge me by allowing me to share with you why it’s been over a week since I’ve written a fresh, new post.Continue reading →
That’s the title of last night’s FOX 8 news piece written by my friend Carolyn Scofield. Sorry I can’t post the video here, but it belongs to FOX 8 so I will just give you the link and hope you follow it today and enjoy this great mini view of my friend Rickey, whom I lovingly nick-named Bayou Fabio about ten years ago.
I will be back here later, hopefully with a good update about the opening week of brown shrimp season.
http://www.fox8live.com/story/22277221/meet-bayou-fabio-the-don-of-dulargeContinue reading →
Well, my dear folks, it’s way past time for a blog post, and I’ve been silent for far too long, but certainly not by choice. I’d like nothing better than to have the time to write several creative posts per week for you; alas, neither time nor life has been so kind.Continue reading →