We were all charged up. Visiting with our “new best friends” from Gueydan, Leo and Zula Abshire. Playing music, eating Garfish, playing some more music…..drinking some beer. It was a great time and we piled into our rental car for the long journey back to Henderson Swamp. On the outskirts of the town of Gueydan we experienced every Yankee’s greatest fear, we were pulled over by one of Gueydan’s finest. The officer came over to the car and asked for the usual, “driver’s license and registration, Please”. I knew some time had passed since my last beer, but of course now I was afraid, being a stranger in a strange land. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” I was really at a loss, I didn’t make any strange maneuvers with the car, I thought I had used all the proper signals……he continued, “You were going 35 miles an hour in a 30 miles per hour zone”……The cop was all business….it certain wasn’t a light hearted moment until……..He continued: “Where y’all coming from? Y’all are a long ways from home”. Buffy said, “we were just playing music with our good friend Leo Abshire”. And with that, truly she had spoken the magic words. Said the cop, “Leo Abshire, no sh*t…” and all of a sudden our situation had remarkably shifted…He smiled and said, “Y’all be safe now.” And we continued on our way.
roger w