These are a few of my favorite things… Mississippi mudpies, the Piggly Wiggly, a mounted 400 year old loggerhead snapping turtle in a shotgun roadside coonass convenience store, the legendary Achafalaya river undertow, muddy bayou fishing with the line tied to my toe as i kick back against a tree, “camps” on stilts by swift rivers prone to deluge, catfish poboys, crawfish etouffée, writhing live oak trees, roaches with wings, junebugs, lightning bugs, bug-zappers, racoon-skin hats, Ouiski Chitto canoe trips, the Natchez Trace, scenic byways that leave the highways and curve around 100 times (a hundred indecisions, And a hundred visions and revisions) and 100 corresponding mansions with wraparound porches and swings only to rejoin the highway again one mile up the road. Towns with more fish markets than anything else, armadillos, possums, water moccasins, bathtub gin, zydeco, dank misty mornings that mature into scintillating, heavily heated mirages by high noon, neutra rats, bobcats left to rot on the side of the road, compound bows, lynchin’, old time relgion, gossipy church people, hot damn, go-carts, and little trucks that billow noxious gas to kill hoards of god forsaken mosquitos.
It sure gives me the dickens when ah start to muse on these things.
