Jennings, LA
Finally, after a week of be-bopping between Louisiana and Mississippi. Turning East, West, North and South in turn and generally chasing my tail and retracing steps I have set my face firmly to the west again and feel like I’m making progress.
I had planned a full day of sight-seeing along the southern edge of Louisiana but I started so far north I whittled things down to a stop on Avery Island to see the birthplace of Tabasco (the soldiers’ friend!) and a stop in Jennings to see the remnants of a General Store that has been preserved in the state it was when it closed in 1949. Avery Island was nifty-cool but Jennings let me down. I assume when a place is closed early and there’s plywood over the windows that folks are probably battening down against an oncoming hurricane.
So, like David Crockett said to the people who messed with his plan: “You may all go to hell. And I will go to Texas.”