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She is absolutely inspirational. This song, song by her, is my absolute favorite song.

Kudos to you! :cheers:

Very reminiscent of my Transiberian Orchestra experience. Many years ago, my young son loved their Christmas song so I bought tickets for their show in NOLA. My son was 7, but my daughter was 3 and was absolutely scared shitless.

I’m you’re guy.

My dad’s 5th or 6th wife had prosthetic eyes. For s&g’s she was 43 years his Junior. Any who, I was living in Lakeview and they were living in Lafayette. He calls me one day and tells me they are in town and asked if my wife and son would like to have dinner. My, now ex, wife declines(she wasn’t a big fan of him) but I accept. While at dinner,I ask why were they in town and he tells me they had to get his wife fitted for a new eye. Well, of course I’m intrigued,so I ask if this was like shoes in that you have to get new ones every so often. She is also deaf and mute. He says “no, one of her eyes broke”. So of course I ask how does one break an eye…..

He tells me, and I kind of wish he hadn’t, the story. They were getting it on and one of her eyes popped out, rolled off the bed, landed on the floor and cracked. In his words, “I literally fricked her eye out”.

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If I can find postcards I’ll cover those three states.

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Very kind! :cheers:

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People look for gas stations when the needle is on "E"? That's called "range anxiety"?

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He meant ignorance

While I completely agree with you, folks like my MIL have spotless garbage cans. She freaks if you through anything away that’s not double bagged.

I’m just thankful if shite gets in the trash can at my house regardless of how messy.

Worked at Popeyes one summer in high school. The bossy black ladies gave me shite the entire day. The storage room was upstairs in a glorified attic and they ran my arse up and down those stairs chasing the wrong shite just to watch me get chewed out by the manager. Final straw, one of the chicken cooks asked me to relieve her so she could go smoke. Didn’t know she had cranked the fryer up to the point it erupted when I dropped a basket of chicken in causing grease to splatter all over me. Took off the apron, threw it in the fryer and left. Never went and got my check either. 6 hours @ 3.35 wasn’t that important.

We’ve used Cleggs for years.

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but not a great facility, unless you want to get shot 2 blocks away.

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To this meathead who swam in bayous much more than I ever did in a pool, it’s top notch. I agree that the surrounding area leaves a lot to be desired, but I diamond in a steaming pile of horseshite is still a diamond. Not to mention I’m talking about 10-12 year olds, not Michael phlipping Phelps. :lol:

Awesome :bow: :bow:

My experience is from ‘85 when I was 10. My grandparents bought us our first vcr and with it 4 movies in 1985; Laurel and Hardy, Shirley Temple, Beverly Hills cop, and the black and white Night of the Living Dead and not one adult batted an eye when the Axel Foley came in hot with the f bombs or my 6 yo sister covering her face and crying when the zombies came.

shite, we’d rent movies every Friday night(who didn’t) and get one of those giant 2” thick crappy pizzas from DelChamps for dinner. We’d watch Caddy shack, Conan the Barbarian, or worst of all, Faces of Death 1 & 2 and mom never said a thing…as long as we were quiet while she gossiped on the phone.

I try like hell not to be a helicopter parent but there’s no way I’m letting my 10 yo ride his bike all over town all day, and I mean all day. It’s a miracle I lived. I’ve swung out on a rope swing trying to hit the Teche Queen paddle wheel boat(several times). Accidentally, falling off a bridge into Bayou Teche. Had my first, and only, asthma attack a mile or so from home (thought I was a goner). Built and tested numerous Tom Sawyer rafts in the bayou (none ever worked). Hunted opossum in cane fields with glorified broom sticks at night. Tie fishing line across the sidewalk to see a buddy get knocked off his bike and leave one hell of a cut across his throat. Jousted with trash can lids and broom sticks(that was especially brutal bc no one really won. Both would end up on the ground in pain. But I’ll be damned if we didn’t get up and do it all over again.