Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/Swansong Soliloquy, No !: "A porch to the Sea."
HUEY P. LONG (famed USA Governor/Red-Neck/Southern Boy), ensured Alabama-Mississippi folks were entitled to ROADS, beach-front property, and "then some!" (Something like that) In Mississippi a colossus bridge was erected - in Huey's name - which to this day conveys folks "East to West" and bares/spans his name across "da big muddy", place where your grandaddy-hill-billy-Noodle, caught Catfish and discovered Hot Sauce? -the mighty Mississippi river...
I met JO-LEAN/old Highway 10/a Road-House/Blind Adams on stage/Steel guitar/sweatin' under corrugated tin shack/old trees and Spanish moss? JO-LEAN? -she was outright CAJUN; folks hailed from Lafayette down in the Mississippi delta.
She was quite ORANGE; her hair? puse blond, with a cream coloured complexion, eyebrows close to melding? She spoke CAJUN: "C'mon, ca'va, Davide?"
I replied: "I git no need: Je suis, Delacroix."
We were one.
One hour later? -we Canoed - she was taking me to her Bayou home - TH RU the Bayou (swamps)... She, attired for this Canoe-ing occasion, wore a Texas Straw Cowboy Hat, denim dungarees, a Tee-shirt that growled thru over laundering/otherwise, it might have said "I'm COMMIE or GAY" or FUCK OFF DAVE? -Rattlesnake Mohican's (shoes)? Did I mention them? Canoe-wise; she also knew how to steer.
She CHEWED tobacco, incidentally, and spat constantly.
As the sun was coming up...We canoe-ing, we passed some slumbering CROCODILES... Noticing my apprehension, JO-LEAN winked: "Dey ain't GATORS, Dave? Dey just CAYMANS; BBQ, if U get mah mind?" adding, "Cotton-mouths (snakes)? -U look for dim!" -her face, pungent with honest appeal. My OWN face, no doubt, was an ambivalent question mark?
(SHE-JUST-LAUGH) -as we Canoed into the Lafeytian, Bayou delta...
The BAYOU? -In the "Bayou?" -there's kind of a "dumpster-diving, life-style, VENETIAN Society. People live and thrive there? Floating houses, Floating HOPE: Hotels and "Rest Stops"; things "jest " FLOAT! -Oil lights are put on. Skiffs and E-longated Water-crafts all arrive "en cue" (word got out!) bearing Banjos, beer, and a confection of "edibles": "Mud bugs, Craw-Dads, Gumbo! -some of the folks put on a ROAST - in a SPIT - , probably "sweet and sour" CAYMAN", then the crowd get to singing: "Evangeline", ANYTHING by" Credence Clearwater Revival", and later: "Evangeline"...
Naturally (?), as an OUTSIDER, I was put thru the GATOR BBQ-GRILL:
"How du U know ma Sista?"
"How come U know my Ex-girlfriend?"
"Are U gonna fuck my Mother?"
"My daughter is respectable; I hope U gonna treat her right?"
"She's my 3rd Cousin on my MOM's side! -If U screw her up
I gotta a SHOTGUN.... I also got an UZI!!! -I'm part Jewish!"...
JO-LEAN'S houseboat, with full utility, fridge, boudoir, Cucina, sofa, queen-size bed and big screen TV, in which she and I sojourn, "rocked!" - I guess? -to-and-fro for several hours and, presumably, kept the swamp critters (especially the CROCODILES) at bay?
SETH or LOIC (My Bayou TAXI Bro?) arrived, duly at 8.30 a.m. and "ferried" me back, close to a Highway, pointing: NEW ORLEANS.
JO-LEAN, on my leaving, wrapped only in a cotton shift/Mosquito net, and full-knowing that we would perhaps, never meet again, hollered out: "DAVIDE! BON CHANCE! -Watch out for the Cotton-mouths!?"
Her business acumen was impeccable.
...HUEY P. LONG (the Original Governator!) may NOT have ensured Mississippi or Alabama's rigtheous "beach view" (details! details!) but he KNEW-understood the "PO-Boys", JAMBALAYA, the DELTA GUMBO, Jo-lean and Me, and the HOME the "have-nots" crave with the strength of the mighty Mississippi river, and the RIGHT to a porch to sea.
c 2013/davedelacroix/Milano/itay....Bon soiree!...:)
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