Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Grand Isle

This weekend yielded an experience I shall never forget. My friends and I ventured to Grand Isle, Louisiana. The island is legendary for its location to the most plentiful offerings of inland and offshore fishing in all of the Gulf Coast. The three hour drive down set the stage for the weekend’s experience. As we passed small town after town the pains of rural Louisiana spoke plainly of a life of hardship and undeserved acts of god (hurricanes for those not familiar with God’s country). Lockport, Golden Meadow, Tarpon Pass, Galeano, town names not too much different than those painted on the side of Shrimp Boats along the bayous… Milky Way, Will Bordelon, Macy Emily, Saint Hatty. The thought of how these small economies survive fascinates me… I can only deduce it to something of the feudal society of Europe in the 1600’s whereby good people work tirelessly for the lords, in this case Sir Exxon, Lord Shell, and Father BP. Once on the Island we began the weekend with an adult beverage at the local watering hole known as “Arties” which offered the coldest beer, billiards, fried chicken and oysters—quite the unique combo. What impressed me most about this beautiful island are its truly amazing inhabitants. I had the pleasure of meeting Greta Dupre a resident of Grand Isle who afforded me the opportunity of learning and understanding the nature of “good people.” It was truly hard for me to comprehend a society whereby one is judged on character and not materialism, on mutual care for each other than covert Darwinism. This was the first place where I hadn’t been asked what I did for a living, who my parents are, what brand of shirt I was wearing, or for that matter why I was there. The only thing that mattered is that I showed mutual respect, didn’t take things to serious, and recognize that our time on this beautiful earth is short—try to have fun. The lesson of the weekend blended into the sounds of the juke box playing “Green Grass & High Tides” by the Outlaws-- Lyrics: “Those who don't believe me, find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and know that time will be your key
Time and time again I've thanked them for a peace of mind
That helped me find myself amongst the music and the rhyme that enchants you there”

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