OK, this time it’s even more personal. I am currently at a Mississippi Welcome Center traveling along I-20 East with a few thousand of my fellow Louisianans chased away by Hurricane Gustav. Normally, it’s a four-and-a-half hour drive from Lafayette, La. to Meridian, Miss., but I’m now in hour eight of the Cajun Exodus on my way to Birmingham, Ala. for refuge graciously offered by Brandi and Bryan.
On paper it doesn’t really look good, but at the time it seemed like a good idea. Tropical Storm Fay was roaring up the middle of our fair state, Florida. My plans were to return to Louisiana on Wednesday, but the experts had put the storm track directly over our city. So my plans to return on time were placed on hold.
Well, it was worth the wait. We finally got photos from the photographers at Brandi and Bryan’s wedding last May. There are three CD’s with over 400 images from two photogs shooting non-stop from before beginning to final drive-off. This is just a little preview of some fun I had playing with sights and sounds:
Even if I were a motivational speaker, I doubt seriously if I’d ever use the phrase “I live in an RV down at the flea market,” even though it is the truth. I just don’t envision there ever being a situation that would call for that declaration.Let me do some explaining here.
Ever see a doctor being born? I did. Just a few weeks ago at the University of Texas Health Science Center. Brandi and new son-in-law, Bryan both graduated from medical school, and the experience was awesome. Pamela told me that Brandi’s wanted to be a doctor since she was little. Well, she’s not really that much bigger, but she’s full-grown now, and now she’s a doctor. A baby doctor at […]