First Old Cajun post

Well ... it's about 6:20 p.m. here on Bayou Cauchon, a twisty-turny body of water half-salt and half-fresh, where the men are men and the alligators are nervous. Especially during gator hunting season. A lot of you might have visited New Orleans and aske the waiter or the buggy driver "Where do the Cajuns live?" And they probably told you there's not too many in New Orleans.
That's because they're all down here in Terrebonne, Lafourche, St. Mary, Vermillion, and all those other parishes that touch the water and can take youto the Gulf of Mexico. A lot of the people still talk French or something close to French.
T-Boy from next door is bouncing his basketball on the road outside right now, and it's like a drum that beats for all the singing of the birds -- a few of them are already out -- and it's too early in the spring for mosquitoes so it's a good night to sit outside.
I think I might do just that. Grab my pipe and go sit. Maybe if T-Boy lets me I'll bounce the basketball a little too. He's got a hoop set up outside his paw-paw's car porch.
The posts on here will be a little slow at first. But we'll be adding features as we go on to tell you more about the Cajuns and the Cajun country. And who knows? Maybe you'll come and visit some time soon.