Saturday, June 04, 2005

Louisiana Ditch Friends

My love and I sat on the curb with but an alligator between us, chopped up in little pieces and deep-fried; tastey.

Driving home we caught the full moon glistening off something shiny in the Interstate ditch. It moved. We turned, went back, and found three people milling around a van with a broken tie rod. No one was hurt.

We waited for the wrecker with our new "ditch friends" and were amazed at what we learned. Their hobby was African big game hunting, and they had the pictures to prove it. They were married in Africa, and invited us to go on their next hunt. It seems so far away, out of reach. But we could go sometime. We should. We could make more friends.

copyright 2005 Red Convertible Travel Series

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