Hello Webster,
I find it coincidental ur a Texan by way of the Big Easy, Jambalaya, Crawfish pie and Seafood Gumbo "C'est bon" .
I've roots in the big soggy myself, that Terrebonne town 60 miles south down that treacherous trail they call Hwy 90. No place for the weak or weary, if you stumble or fall the gators and skeeters will fight to see who gets you first.
I remember Webster, it was a peaceful little bump on a quiet county road in the 80s, living at its best with a short hop and a skip into the big cities with bright lights. I knew a few crusty cowboys that lived that way, and a landlocked sailors or two to boot. Is it still the same?
I worked the oil patch from the mid 70s to the early 90s. Travelled all up and down that Texas gulf coast and was blessed with sights of stunning beauty, still etched into my brain. Texas got under my skin, kinda like that first love, leaves you all nostalgic and breathless.
I left Texas in my rear view mirror in the early 90s, thought I was turning the page to a new chapter in my life, in retrospect I think I ended up in a different book all together.
Anyhoo, I hope she's as kind and reveling to you as she was to me.
What a great reply, made my morning. My family comes from baton Rouge to Opelousas. Grew up in the big sleazy. Got to my mid-late 20s and knew I had to get out of there. Was partying entirely too much and losing friends.
Moving to TX was the best decision I ever made $$ wise and health wise. I even met a down to earth TX beauty as well ❤.
Webster is much more than a bump on a country road now but nowhere near the blue shithole 30 minutes up 45N....just a 30 minute shot south and I'm on the beach (albeit not Destin) but a beach nonetheless 😀
Sounds like you've lived an interesting life and wish you nothing but the best fellow cajun fren
Webster here
Hello Webster, I find it coincidental ur a Texan by way of the Big Easy, Jambalaya, Crawfish pie and Seafood Gumbo "C'est bon" .
I've roots in the big soggy myself, that Terrebonne town 60 miles south down that treacherous trail they call Hwy 90. No place for the weak or weary, if you stumble or fall the gators and skeeters will fight to see who gets you first.
I remember Webster, it was a peaceful little bump on a quiet county road in the 80s, living at its best with a short hop and a skip into the big cities with bright lights. I knew a few crusty cowboys that lived that way, and a landlocked sailors or two to boot. Is it still the same?
I worked the oil patch from the mid 70s to the early 90s. Travelled all up and down that Texas gulf coast and was blessed with sights of stunning beauty, still etched into my brain. Texas got under my skin, kinda like that first love, leaves you all nostalgic and breathless.
I left Texas in my rear view mirror in the early 90s, thought I was turning the page to a new chapter in my life, in retrospect I think I ended up in a different book all together.
Anyhoo, I hope she's as kind and reveling to you as she was to me.
Be Safe Cajun Cousin
What a great reply, made my morning. My family comes from baton Rouge to Opelousas. Grew up in the big sleazy. Got to my mid-late 20s and knew I had to get out of there. Was partying entirely too much and losing friends.
Moving to TX was the best decision I ever made $$ wise and health wise. I even met a down to earth TX beauty as well ❤.
Webster is much more than a bump on a country road now but nowhere near the blue shithole 30 minutes up 45N....just a 30 minute shot south and I'm on the beach (albeit not Destin) but a beach nonetheless 😀
Sounds like you've lived an interesting life and wish you nothing but the best fellow cajun fren