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  • My thoughts are in Louisiana. My sister, Tee, lives down there with her kids, Boo and Bug. Her second husband, Jace, is a native. He isn't Cajun or Creole in appearance but that isn't what makes a true Louisianan. It's a spirit and a soul. A different way of thinking and a different way of life.

    Jace isn't easily riled up. Sometimes, if he were anymore laid back, you'd think he had passed from this life. Don't let that fool you, though. Jace is a hard-workin' guy. He will dig a ditch, build a garage, grade the gravel drive, install a new toilet, make groceries (a New Orleans term for going to the market), stay up until the roux is to his liking, and then make homemade ice cream. In one weekend.

    He built their home with help from friends and family. He started it before he met Tee. There were no fancy plans or contractors. That was a good thing, since he changed his plans after meeting her. The bachelor pad became a family home.

    It's an unusual abode - well, probably in other areas of the country. Their home is ensconced in a metal building. We call it "The Shed". The 3 bedroom/3 bath home does not take up the entire building, just a portion. The remaining space is a large open L-shaped area with shelving to the top for storage on the back wall. Extra refrigerators and freezers are one one side. An outdoor sink and cooking area is in the back. There is room to park several vehicles. A camper can be moved inside, if necessary. Both ends of the "L" have roll up doors. You could play one-on-one basketball, maybe even three-on-three, if everything were moved out of the way.

    This set up is just about perfect. They roll up the doors. Jace fires up his outdoor kitchen. People arrive. Fans are turned on in the summer; heaters in the winter. No one gets wet if it rains. Music blares. Kids play. Grown-up talk. Dogs bark. Families reconnect. New friends are made. Babies are held. Grandparents are catered to. Beer, sodas, and wine are consumed. Snacks are nibbled on. Kids get tired. Grandparents nod off. People sit and watch the wild turkeys. Someone has to keep an eye on the folks in the pool. The aroma of spices, shellfish, and other mysterious ingredients fills the air.

    Eventually, everyone eats. Laissez les bon temps rouler! It's what we do in The Shed.

    The music clip may fade, but I can assure you the party continues.
    Stop, Inc., Mardi Gras in New Orleans 1. Mardi Gras Records B000005XDK. Released 20 January 1995. Compact disc.

    Oh - Tee, Jace, and the kids are fine. Hurricane Isaac just brought them a little extra water but nothing they haven't dealt with before. All is well in and with The Shed!
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