I don’t travel as much as I used to- but once upon a time, I was gone every week. I travelled so much i felt like I lived in hotels.

Once in a while, though, I got a chance to get out of the plant where i was working to do something other than work. In Baton Rouge, a lot of years ago, one of the locals offered to take me to a “fish boil”. We rode in his battered LandCruiser off to a spot way the hell out of town, I had brief visions of Ned Beatty and toothless hilbillies- but not the case.

We parked the Cruiser in fairly thick brush, then walked a couple miles to a clearing.
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