Adventures in Bossier City

This adventure begins with one foot in the weird. This is the view from the back seat. Hanging from the rear-view mirror is an acrylic New Orleans Saints pendant — that I understand. But I can’t explain the princess crown.

Welcome to Bossier City. :)

It was necessary to go through a gate. I volunteered to open it, hopped out, opened ’er up —

And was promptly left to fend for myself.

I’m not complaining.

Alcohol helps me with crawfish boils, so I immediately located some.

This picture is really about the fifty caliber round turned bottle opener, though. Be advised that when you open a beer with a fifty caliber round, it stays opened.

This guy worked hard.

Those are potatoes and corn. The general idea is to find things that can be boiled with the crawfish. There were carrots, too.

He cranked up the fire for awhile. It sounded a bit like a jet. Probably because it was mechanically a bit like a jet.

Interesting fact. When the throttle on a propane tank is really opened up, the fixtures can get cold enough to freeze. He’s floating the bottle in a bucket of water to keep that from happening.

A watched pot never boils — therefore it’s necessary to find something to do.

Arm curls count.

I should mention that Southern children are frequently required to work for their bread.

. . . but rarely on cars.

Part 2: To business!