From Small Town Boy to World Traveler
Boudreaux bumps into Thibodeau at Gaston’s Crawfish Shack one afternoon and asked Thibodeau how he was doing. Thibodeau hung his head, shaking it from side-to-side, and said, “Not too good Boudreaux, not good at all. I got a phone call from Deputy Sheriff Landy this morning telling me he had arrested my 14-year old son […]
Due to a job promotion and transfer, Boudreaux, a Cajun highlander from Rapides Parish in central Louisiana, moved to Larose, Louisiana. For those of you that don’t know, Larose is way down there in Cajun Country and the hometown of LSU football coach, Ed Orgeron. (Geaux Tigers!) Boudreaux was an older, single gentleman, who was […]
As noted heretofore, I lived in Kansas City, Missouri from the ages of 2 thru 4. I only have six vivid memories of those early years in Kansas City. The one I addressed earlier (i.e., shooting my sister in the mouth with an arrow), trying to find my lost Dad, cutting my hand on a […]
Boudreaux’s grandfather, Papa TeeBo Boudreaux, was a bagpipes player. He often played the bagpipes annually while marching in the Beaux Bridge Crawfish Festival Parade. When Boudreaux was just a little boy, Papa TeeBo would play the bagpipes for his grandson and teach him lessons on how to play them several times a month. Over the […]
I converted to Catholicism and joined the Catholic Church in 1994. I soon became active in the Church, became a Eucharistic minister for many years, and joined the Catholic men’s organization, the Knights of Columbus, in the mid-1990’s. I served as an officer in our Knights Council at St. Vincent de Paul Catholic Church for […]
That’s a crazy title for a post, right? But it’s true, it really happened. I was four years old and my sister Pam was was about 18 months old. It took place during the two-year period we lived in Kansas City, Missouri — before we moved back home to Anacoco, Louisiana to live on my […]
I was born in the small Northeast Louisiana town of Bastrop, Louisiana – tucked in the upper Northeastern region of Louisiana, north of Monroe, Louisiana. My father, A.B. Whitley, was an accountant for International Paper Company, who had a paper mill in Bastrop. Daddy was young and just two years removed from a 2-year degree […]