Monday, July 30, 2007
The End of the World
Even been to The End of the World? I have. Used to be a bar named that, back when dinosaurs still roamed the land. It was out past Plaquemine, Louisiana. Road ran through cow pastures and swamp and then it just ... stopped. There was a barrier with reflectors, and past that, more swamp.
Just off to the left, was the bar.
As a tender lad of fifteen, I used to go there with other underaged boys, to drink beer -- Miller from long-necked bottles -- to listen to zydeco music -- guitar, fiddle, washboard, accordian --
and try to pick up the local cajun girls. Never managed much of that last action, but we did drink some beer and listen to some bug-squashin' music, us, yah ...