Meanwhile in Louisiana…

Each night I walk to my dad’s house. What can I say, I am a little attached. Mind you we do not live in the country, but apparently we now have neighbors whose chickens roam the neighborhood. I haven’t seen the pitbulls lately, so perhaps the chickens took care of them? The mean chicken police of Louisiana. Watch out they will cut a bitch.

I’m pretty sure this one is the Sheriff.

Clearly living on the edge here. I dare you to cross this street, punk.

I’m going to need to see your papers.

So we could eat that?

Wife: ” You are going to let her go out with 2 different flip flops on?”

Me: “We are going to a snowball stand in south Louisiana, so yes.”

Wife: “That’s true.”

Me: “They sell pickled pig ears in a jar of pink liquid, and you are concerned about matching shoes.”

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MTV has ruined my grandma! Help!

One of the funniest things about the south is the casualness of the dress and at the same time the fanciness of the dress. For football games girls put on pearls, dresses, and heels. Men put on button downs and ties. This dates back the civil war where “picnickers” would put on their finest attire and go and have a nice lunch while cheering on the men in battle. What has changed is that the battle is no longer war, but football.

Yet to walk their dogs in the neighborhood they put on pajamas, or hell sometimes they put on the pajama shirt and forget the pants.

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I have seen a large number of people walking their dogs in the morning in the nightwear. Women in skimpy satin pjs just a walking their dog without a care in the world. Old men with nightshirts that are way to short to be worn without pants. Some in sweatpants even though it is 80 degrees at seven am.

Sure you may think it is just my crazy neighborhood, but it is not. I have seen this in multiple neighborhoods all over town. Whatever happened to putting on presentable pajamas before going out with the dog?

I would blame the MTV, or dirty music, but it is elderly people doing this my friends. And I know they are not watching the MTV.

Or are they?



My South

I have been posed the question “Why do you live in the South?” a lot lately. As someone who is gay, married, and raising a family; I can see how people would struggle to see why I would chose the south. It is often considered to be the opposite of who I am.

I have written a handful of posts specifically about living in Louisiana here  that will paint a picture of the south through my eyes.

The quiet silence of a small town

Trying to put into words what the south means to a southerner is difficult to do, so I will start at the beginning.

Being a southerner is like being a part of a secret club that everyone knows about. You have to prove yourself to get invited in, but once you are in you are in for life. Of course unless you do something crazy. In which case, you need to openly ask Jesus for forgiveness and we will let you back in.

The south is the people. Sure you could say it is something about those long hot summers and never ending glasses of sweet tea that do something to you, but down here it is about the people. The whole town may talk about what crazy things you did last saturday night and how they cannot believe you are dating so and so, but if you are sick the whole town shows up with a hot meal. The first words children are taught is please, thank you, and sorry. Yes Ma’am and No sir apply to everyone out of respect. It is not about your age.

And then there is the food. It isn’t simply food. It is bacon cooked in brown sugar, pecans, and cayenne pepper. Food is not something you do to get the best body or help you finish the race. It is a ritual, an event, and a time to catch up with family and friends.

As the suns sets on a warm summer evening with the breeze blowing past you full of memories of times past, and you sink into your porch swing, you can feel the soul of the south wrapping its arms around you whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Listen carefully