From Small Town Boy to World Traveler
Funny Stories and Escapades of a Louisiana Redneck and Wannabe Cajun
A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon — Dr. Boudreaux Fontenot. As she laid her pet on the table, Dr. Boudreaux pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest. After a moment or two, Dr. Boudreaux shook his head and sadly said, “I’m sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed […]
A young blonde Cajun woman named Marie is taking a leisurely walk. She comes to a river and sees another young blonde Cajun woman named Clotile on the opposite bank. “Yoo-hoo!” Marie shouts, “How can I get to the other side?” Clotile looks up the river, then down the river, up the river again, and […]
Boudreaux & Thibodeaux were talking one afternoon, and Boudreaux tells Thibodeaux, “You know, I tink I’m ready for a little vacation agin Thib. But dis year I wants to do sumting different. De las’ few years, I took your suggestions about where to go. Three years ago, you said I should go to Hawaii, so […]
In honor of Mother’s Day 2020, I thought I would gift anyone interested in the read, a little story about my first and only shot at motherhood. It began rather innocently in 2011, a year after my mother passed away and two years before my father would die from kidney failure and join my mother […]
Boudreaux was sittin’ on his front porch one day, rockin’ slowly away, sippin’ a cold Dixie beer with one of his favorite Zydeco music songs playin’ in the background — “Hey Ma Petit Fille “by Buckwheat Zydeco. ‘Bout midway thru da song, his wife Clotile came drivin’ up the dusty road to dere house in […]
I can’t believe I’m going to share this story, but one trait I’ve had most of my life is allowing my life to be an open book. I’ve never felt the need for a therapist to solve my problems, because if I’m worried about something my wife and closest friends will soon know about it […]
Boudreaux is driving down Interstate 10 in Houston, Texas, when all of a sudden a Texan driving one of those big King Ranch Edition Ford F-250 duel-axle pickup trucks cuts him off and forces Boudreaux to the shoulder. The Texan immediately pulls off the freeway and backs up close to Boudreaux’s Country Cadillac (his pickemup […]
As noted earlier, my father was an accountant for International Paper Company in Kansas City, Missouri from 1950 thru 1952. The office where he worked was part of an office/warehouse complex. During lunch one day he walked from his office, through the warehouse to smoke outside on a loading dock. He began to tell a […]
During our brief two years in Kansas City, my mother (Lou) and father (A.B.) made friends with another couple. I suppose that either the husband or the wife worked with my Dad. I never knew their names. They lived on the other side of town. I was too young to recall what side of Kansas […]
When I was 4 years old, living in Kansas City, Missouri during the early 1950’s, my father took me with him to downtown Kansas City to shop for Christmas gifts. This was when America was safe, but this story will make you wonder about my safety and have you questioning my young Dad’s parenting skills […]
