Sometimes there is magic in these swamps......

Sometimes I remember how much I used to enjoy living here. Today was one of those days. As the sun was setting over the Mississippi, I was sitting under an oak tree, sipping a cold brew, nibbling on alligator on a stick, while zydeco was playing in the background and punk breakdancers (is there such a thing?) had magically appeared and were defying gravity. Everyone around me was smiling -- not quite drunk, tho the beer ticket line was getting longer as the shadows lengthened. Perfect! Or so I thought until a gentle breeze from the river blessed us and eased the heat. That was too much. Audible sighs filled the air. It was almost embarrassing. I imagine a group orgy would sound something like that.

It was Earth Day in Baton Rouge -- and it was damn near perfect.