I’ve been trying to find a reason why the women who reside on the bayou live to such old age – I count three I can see their houses from my window who are in their nineties and walk around the bayou every morning – they are lucid and not far from perky.
This morning, I ran into the self-proclaimed mayor of Bayou St John and he yelled to me across the bayou, “Did you hear?”
What?
“It’s all a big joke. Didn’t you listen to the news this morning?”
Yes, but…
“Well the whole Wall Street thing turns out it’s all a big joke!”
Then he and his Catahoula walked one way, and I with Loca another, heading into the park.