NewIberia
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Dixieland and Rain
It’s intensely pleasurable sitting in a crowded café while Dixieland jazz plays, rain falling steadily outside. A rare pause in the relentless heat and humidity of southern Louisiana. People coming and going, dishes clinking, the buzz of conversations blending with the horns. A simple moment of crowded solitude, deeply satisfying — moments before the storm…
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Freddie DeCourt, Mayor Who Builds Things
The other day I interviewed the mayor of New Iberia, Freddie DeCourt. Freddie was an interesting guy and an atypical mayor. I don’t usually have a whole lotta interest in politicians—I’m usually much more drawn to tradespeople, engineers, construction folk, builders, artists—people who do stuff with their hands. Freddie feels more like the cut-up class…
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Cribbage under the Moon
An enjoyable evening playing cribbage with Age while the moon was showing off over Bayou Teche at New Iberia.
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90° at Midnight in New Iberia
Last night docked in New Iberia, it was hotter than a stolen tamale in the devil’s lunchbox. 90° at midnight, 250% humidity, and air as still as a corpse. Even with a fan pointed straight at me, my cozy loft bed felt like punishment. Around 5 AM, I gave up. Came down, took a sponge…
