August 17, 2018
I’m ready to leave after my visiting my friend Doug, who is recovering from a hospital stay.
The sky has opened, it looks like Niagara Falls outside with occasional thunder rumbles to boot.
“I’ll make you a Cajun raincoat,” says Doug. Born and raised in the bayou, he knows a thing or two about improvising.
He pulls a 30-gallon trash bag from the cupboard. “Poke a hole in the bottom to put your head through,” says he.
“Hold still,” he says as he cuts holes in the corners. ”Put your arms through here.”
“Now for a hat,” and he rummages through the recycle bin for a plastic WalMart bag.
Trying to match my style with his sense of ingenuity, the bag I tie looks like a chef’s toque with a fashionable tilt.
“You’re ready to go for it!” says he.
I bolt through the deluge, into the car just as dry as you please. My outfit cost about 2 cents and kept me as dry as any expansive creation from REI.
Let’s hear it for Cajun ingenuity. Thank you, Doug!
Stylin'!!!
Posted by: Rebecca Wilson | August 20, 2018 at 11:21 AM
Lookin' good!
Posted by: Myke Farricker | August 20, 2018 at 11:22 AM
Paul, you make me happy. Keep up the good work- I just love reading about your experiences but the ones with you in garbage bags grinning from ear to ear... those just can't be beat!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Posted by: Betsy M. Stires | August 24, 2018 at 11:35 PM