Well I’ve made you wait long enough to hear the Mardi Gras Treasure Hunt story so now that it’s been found here it is.
I went to check on the certificate late Wednesday night to see if it was still there and it was gone from where I hid it. I thought, well someone found it and I guess they’ll be calling me in the morning. As we pulled out of the parking lot, Angie said, “Is that the certificate?” And there it was, on the ground between the propane tanks and the ice machine, thankfully face down. The cold front had come through and it was blowing pretty good as you probably remember. I have no idea how long it had been there or what would’ve happened if Angie had not seen it but luckily we were able to put it back with some fresh tape. I made a video describing the clues. In case you missed it you can click here.
Still disappointed, and I know many of you were to, in the Mardi Gras Parade being held on Saturday. We knew the weather forecast was dry Friday, rain Saturday but there was no Plan B. Sometimes things have to happen before changes are made and hopefully that’s the case here. The krewes did a helluva job making the best of the situation and those few of you who showed up were great and I know the krewes rewarded you for coming.
We’ll end this section on a good note. A shoutout to Krewe Cest La Vie who held a ceremony before the parade, and I’m sure a toast or two, as they dedicated their float in memory of my friend and their krewe mate Stump Weatherford. Cindy Claybar painted “Stump” on the float and it will be called that from now on. Good job Cest La Vie!
I’m sure many of you knew Nolan Foreman who passed away this past week. Another one of a kind guy. The first thing you could guarantee when he saw you, was that he was going to call you a stud. “Hey Stud,” he would say. Then, and I say this with a pause from the many times I can remember the pain, he would try to break your hand when he shook it and many times that would be followed by a slap (a wallop) on the back.
When we would see him coming towards a group of guys, we would remind the group, “take your rings off, take your rings off, here comes Nolan.” If you didn’t you would be sporting an imprint of your ring on the next finger. He liked to call me at the KOGT in the morning and visit. One time he called me at 7am in the morning and said, “Are y’all hungry?” We never turned down free food at KOGT. Well I said, “sure” and he shows up before 8:30am with fried shrimp, fried fish, hush puppies, the works. He had some event he was cooking for and wanted us to be the judge of his various concoctions. Needless to say they were all good and we needed a nap by 10am.
If you didn’t know Nolan, you may remember the story years ago where two guys had boat trouble out in the river and no way to contact anyone. There was a big search and Nolan and his bud J.B. Arrington were found in a cut. It was hot and steamy and the mosquitoes were beyond bad. Nolan told me he tried to keep the mosquitoes off him by wrapping himself in a tarp. He said you could hear the buzzing of the skeeters trying to get him inside the tarp. He was bit from head to toe and the way he told the story sounded like a Stephen King movie. RIP Nolan.
While President Trump continues to try to “Make America Great Again” I would like for him to bring back customer service! It is so non-existent that you feel like rewarding someone when you get some, even though it’s part of their job. And when you call for customer service, you’re left waiting 45 minutes only for someone to answer that you can’t understand. Or now, companies are giving you a recording to leave your name and problem and “we’ll call you back.” Three days and still waiting. Rant over.
Have a great weekend!
-Gary Stelly-
Volume 1 No. 7
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