I smiled all through your article. But I’m sure you and Ashley did little smiling; it makes a great story now. Your writing is superb, as always. Cheered my day which is rainy and gloomy in Alabama.
I am writing to tell you how much I enjoyed your newsletter today, as I always do.
I did not know about your Jean Lafitte book and have just ordered it. I am pleased that Amazon Prime will have here for me tomorrow. Now that I am 88, I avoid events that are too far in the future.
I have a photo of me taken a few years ago in Perpignan, where we had gone for the opening of an exhibition by a French artist friend, with a diminutive descendant of Jean Lafitte. He was leaving for Texas the next day to take part in a conference about his famous ancestor.
Growing up in southern Louisiana, I was very aware of and intrigued by Jean Lafitte. Once when I was 15, in a dance hall on Grand Isle, I danced with a beautiful young woman named Chigizola. She had a curl in the middle of her forehead and was a descendant of that other celebrated pirate: Nez Coupé.
Wow! Yes, this was one of THOSE days! You tell it so well, too.
This reminded me of a time that I was endeavoring to get my then Freshman in college son on a plane to Bolivia from Miami. We were stopped on I75 for 4 hours before realizing that we were not going to be released because of a fatal accident ahead. ( Now WHY can’t they send someone backwards, close off the highway, allow the cars to turn around, and clear traffic? UGH!) We drove ALL NIGHT, arriving at the Miami airport a scant 35 minutes before an international flight where he was supposed to check in 2 hours prior. Luckily it was 5 a.m. and the airline personnel had heard about the accident, so he was allowed to board. All was not lost and his 30 days in Bolivia was a success, despite being marred by a revolt in La Paz, which scared the bejesus out of THIS mama, but he made it home 20 pounds thinner and excited about his research project in the forest.
Things happen and we recover. Sometimes wiser. Sometimes with great stories. You are a marvelous storyteller. Keep on telling them. Can’t wait for the next one.
You are one of the authors of Jean Laffite! I am an acquaintance of Rick Ramseur, who had told me all about you when we were planning for him to come up to Milton for an event. I curate the Museum of Milton, and I have your book on display due to its mention of Woodside.
Hi Angela! Small world:-) Yes - two Woodsides. Isn't that a great story? I'm going to send you a message in just a few regarding the Museum. Thanks for checking in.
I smiled all through your article. But I’m sure you and Ashley did little smiling; it makes a great story now. Your writing is superb, as always. Cheered my day which is rainy and gloomy in Alabama.
Great story! WOMG...lol
Dear Ms. Yarbrough,
I am writing to tell you how much I enjoyed your newsletter today, as I always do.
I did not know about your Jean Lafitte book and have just ordered it. I am pleased that Amazon Prime will have here for me tomorrow. Now that I am 88, I avoid events that are too far in the future.
I have a photo of me taken a few years ago in Perpignan, where we had gone for the opening of an exhibition by a French artist friend, with a diminutive descendant of Jean Lafitte. He was leaving for Texas the next day to take part in a conference about his famous ancestor.
Growing up in southern Louisiana, I was very aware of and intrigued by Jean Lafitte. Once when I was 15, in a dance hall on Grand Isle, I danced with a beautiful young woman named Chigizola. She had a curl in the middle of her forehead and was a descendant of that other celebrated pirate: Nez Coupé.
Best regards, Joel L. Fletcher
Wow! Yes, this was one of THOSE days! You tell it so well, too.
This reminded me of a time that I was endeavoring to get my then Freshman in college son on a plane to Bolivia from Miami. We were stopped on I75 for 4 hours before realizing that we were not going to be released because of a fatal accident ahead. ( Now WHY can’t they send someone backwards, close off the highway, allow the cars to turn around, and clear traffic? UGH!) We drove ALL NIGHT, arriving at the Miami airport a scant 35 minutes before an international flight where he was supposed to check in 2 hours prior. Luckily it was 5 a.m. and the airline personnel had heard about the accident, so he was allowed to board. All was not lost and his 30 days in Bolivia was a success, despite being marred by a revolt in La Paz, which scared the bejesus out of THIS mama, but he made it home 20 pounds thinner and excited about his research project in the forest.
Things happen and we recover. Sometimes wiser. Sometimes with great stories. You are a marvelous storyteller. Keep on telling them. Can’t wait for the next one.
Funny as hell
You are one of the authors of Jean Laffite! I am an acquaintance of Rick Ramseur, who had told me all about you when we were planning for him to come up to Milton for an event. I curate the Museum of Milton, and I have your book on display due to its mention of Woodside.
Hi Angela! Small world:-) Yes - two Woodsides. Isn't that a great story? I'm going to send you a message in just a few regarding the Museum. Thanks for checking in.