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COFFEE STORIES---NEW STORY
« on: February 21, 2009, 02:15:32 AM »
This one was done a few years ago but we have some new boys and gals in town and it ended up being a fun conversation.
My favorite coffee story.

Years and years ago, back when the world was new, and so was the bean, I worked as a claims agent for a well known Insurance co.

I worked out of New Orleans, La.--Nawlins for those that understand.
This was in the days before pagers or cell phone. Push button phones were the newest fad. I digress; I had the weekend phone duty for all of La. South of Baton Rouge--ALL.
It was Friday night about 10:30 when I got the call.
We insured a large well inspection service company and they regularly barged out well equipment to locations. Normally, a crew boat, which was also a small tug, would tie up to a barge loaded with the truck that housed the well inspection equipment and push it out too the site.
This day the site was out of Houma (get an atlas) in the swamps and one of the crew from the inspection service had fallen from the barge into the bayou and drown.
I got the call, dressed, and drove too Houma. I got there about 1AM. Found the coreners office and waited with the police for the autopsy. They found a bruise on the back of his head and watere in his lungs. Death by drowning. No police needed. Things were a bit more relaxed in those days.
I have to interview every man jack on that barge, however.
Just so happens the same crew was leaving on that same barge that AM to go back out to the rig , thank God or I would still be trying to find some of those boys.
Now this is old time South Louisiana. As it is today it was moreso then the use of Cajun-French as communications between locals. NOW, these boys spoke a strange english, but, that morning at 4:30 when I brought that old floppy disc recorder on board the boat there was not one of them that could speak english.
All the way out to the rig I interviewed about 8 boys thru an interpreter that, I swear, to this day, was the first day he spoke english in years.
I wish I still had those disc's.
When we got to the rig it was about 7:30 AM. I found the pusher in a cabin on the rig.
The first thing he asked was if I wanted any coffee. YES! PLEASE GOD,YES! i had not had a cup since the afternoon before. I needed a fix.
This is the truth, so help me, and I will go to my grave saying it is truth.
That old boy thre a bucket over the side of that rig and pulled up a bucket full of water that was green on top.
He poured that water into a pot and threw in a handfull of Community coffee, the old kind with Chickory. he brought that water to a boil for awhile and poured both of us a cup.
I stayed awake for two days.
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« Reply #1 on: February 21, 2009, 02:36:39 AM »
Thats some rough coffee lol...
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« Reply #2 on: February 21, 2009, 05:31:14 AM »
A good old cup of Louisiana Swamp Water Coffee. And I thought we were pushing it by melting snow to make coffee. :D

Good story William.
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« Reply #3 on: February 21, 2009, 06:48:41 AM »
Thanks for the story william layton,

Had a real good laugh about your story ...I was raised up on the borders of southwestern Louisiana the Cajun dialect is beautiful in melody and yet funny as heck in translations.

My father owned a Pool Hall in Lafayette Louisiana and he told me to help an older brother get it ready for the GRAND OPENING. One morning as we were finishing up covering the last of the snooker tables a Cajun man walked in.

"How much tis to play dat pool?' he asked. My brother replied "A penny and quarter per minute!" he replied. The Cajun looked at us eyes wide and said "Almighty Gawd! Twenty Six cents per minute? Yall to be broke and close these doors nobody gonna pay dat!" He then stomped away shaking his head and mumbling to himself.

It took my brother and I 30 minutes to stop laughing. But thats the way they think their logic is the reverse of ours and so is their language.

Also, let me say this about the Cajuns. There is, no more fun loving, full life living, or loyal people on earth. They are strange as hell to outsiders and very hard to get close too. Once accepted into their world and to their family circles they will treat you as a family member and will fight and die for you. They expect the same of those that are welcomed in. Two rules at the front of that relationship..never insult their family or heritage...never but never mess with their women.

I have been in many a swamp in a pirou hunting gators with some of the best outdoorsmen. We would pole through the swamps and come up on house boats and some of the most beautiful women I have ever seen standing in a cotton dress barefooted long black hair, dark creamy colored skin and green eyes....some of these people had never been to town and were in their twentys.

Great memories you have brought back to me. Thanks again


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« Reply #4 on: February 21, 2009, 07:04:41 AM »
There's not anything tougher than a Cajun, unless its Oilfield.
Now Cajun Oilfield...  that's tough!!

People have called that river coffee (throw the grounds in with no filter).  Glad to see I'm not the only one that would drink coffee made with river water  :D

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« Reply #5 on: February 21, 2009, 08:21:05 AM »
Yes sir, that community or seaport dark no wonder they give it out in a demitasse cup...one is cup is all that is needed to bring you back from the dead....lol

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« Reply #6 on: February 21, 2009, 11:24:53 AM »
Westbound, I'm sure glad I wasn't the only 1 what didn't see anything odd about that coffee!

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« Reply #7 on: February 21, 2009, 02:27:52 PM »
Put Seaport or Community with chickory in boiling water and every thing dies.
What I like about Louisiana is you can stop on the way to go fishing and have a hi-ball at 5AM or drink  a beer with your breakfast.
This was too be about coffee stories.
I have a good snapping turtle tale, also.
Also a number of tales about Airline Rd in Baton Rouge.
Anybody here know about the Big Oak cross the bridge from Orange.
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« Reply #8 on: February 21, 2009, 03:43:19 PM »
WilliamLayton:
     I have a Daughter that live's in Slidell, La. I can relate to your story very well EXCEPT I never drank Ocean water coffee!!!! I have drank a lot of Community coffee tho!! By the way, I live in PA.

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« Reply #9 on: February 21, 2009, 04:26:47 PM »
The Big Oaks, Showboat and Lou Anns G.G. Shin Jerry The Count Jackson and the Boogie Kings..Truely a great band with astounding vocals. The B&B Bar in Vinton owned and operated by the old man Breaux...you gotta be kidding me.

I graduated from High School in Orange..dove off the Bridge on the Sabine along with 14 others on a Saturday nite coming back from.."across the river."

Calcasieu Parish was wide open then, all gambling pinball, gambling tables, in the back rooms, whores and booze to anyone of any age that could walk to the bar.

The Big Oaks burned down, Showboat torn down, Lou Anns gone

I heard some of the great Blues Bands known in those bars it was one wild and lawless area and probably still is. I was 12 years old when my brother took me over and introduced me to the ways of the world..for better or worse it sure gave me an early glimpse of the world.

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« Reply #10 on: February 22, 2009, 12:22:48 AM »
I sure ahd forgotten about Lou Anns.
I lived up in Polk County and that was just the right distance to drive to get away, The drive back could be fearsome--and stupid.
May have crossed paths somewhere.
Never got over to Vinton.
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« Reply #11 on: February 22, 2009, 05:08:03 AM »
Good story william.

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« Reply #12 on: February 22, 2009, 02:09:20 PM »
Not a county in east texas i do not have kin folks in. Most in Tyler, Hardin, Orange, San Augustine...and a bunch of swamp cousins in SW Louisiana

Probly did cross paths..... lucky for us both that we were both on the wrong side of the road at the time....lol

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« Reply #13 on: February 22, 2009, 02:30:30 PM »
Put Seaport or Community with chickory in boiling water and every thing dies.
What I like about Louisiana is you can stop on the way to go fishing and have a hi-ball at 5AM or drink  a beer with your breakfast.
This was too be about coffee stories.
I have a good snapping turtle tale, also.
Also a number of tales about Airline Rd in Baton Rouge.
Anybody here know about the Big Oak cross the bridge from Orange.
Blessings

Well William I was born in the Atchafalaya basin, had to learn english to start school in the fifties. I live in Texas now but spent my youth in the swamps, rivers and bayous of Louisiana and southeast Texas. Yes I've been to the Big Oaks. and Louanns and the circle club. but thats another thread. Used to wake up to the smell of coffee being brewed in a little pot on my granmothers stove. You drank it in a little cup(demi-tass) and rarely more than two of those. Made my living as a river pilot on the Mississippi River where I drank more river water coffee than I care to remember. we should meet and talk about N.O, and the Big Oak sometime over coffee.  ;)
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« Reply #14 on: February 22, 2009, 03:27:46 PM »
williamlayton, i live in Colorado now and took my present wife with me on a trip to show her where i came from. My stories to her and our children about that area were not believed.  So I decided to take them down there and show them, people that really do not know the civil war is over, alligators laying in the streets, houseboats back in the swamps located on streets of water.

After a few days of visiting my parents and a few others I decided to start off at Port Arthur go around through Cameron and travel up through the Atchafalaya Basin so as to let them see for themselves the beauty of the swamps as well as get some close up and personal views of the gators.

As we were traveling the bar pits were full of gators but my family never could find them with me hollering at them RIGHT THERE! ARE YOU BLIND YOU CAN NOT SEE HIS EYES AND THE RIDGES ON HIS BACK.. they were not swimming just floating on surface. Finaly I got the all out of the car broke down a sugar cane stalk about 12 ft long walked them uo to edge of the water and jabbed one on the snout he flipped in the water about 12 to 14 ft long. My wife and all the kids screamed and ran for the car. Man that was funny.

A little later we stopped at a four way stop sign can not remember the little town and there was a seafood joint with a sign that said FRESH BOUDAIN christ i could not get in there quick enough. My son was 10 years old his sister was 9 years old. I ordered Boudain and a Beer for myself and him (his first) and my wife wanted a mixed drink and and shrimp for her and the daughter  (coke for her).

Man oh man what a feast my wife was scared we would all be in jail over me ordering that beer for matt. I kept trying to explain that the beer joints run 24 -7 and they will serve your children no questions. To this day my son still talks about the gators and that beer. Right or wrong he will always remember the day his daddy bought him a beer in a beer joint.

Well when we started to leave a gotor about 8ft was in the parking lot behind the car sunning himself. My wife was scare to death and the bar maid came out with a long pole and poke and prodded him till he moved...telling us that he had been hanging aroung the four way stop for about two weeks and that every day she had to move him when the school bus let off the kids. Ten or 15 kids let off there and the parents picked them up by boat to take them home into the swamps.

Well we went on to Lafayette stayed two days there seeing the sights and the Cajun Bands, then back to Lake Charles for two days to stay with and old high school friend, Then back into the east texas piney woods and home.

The next Saturday Nite just my wife and I went to the Circle Club just outside of Vinton built while I was in High School about 7 AmM Sunday morning we left for Vinton and some of the local clubs she was stunned and still finds it hard to believe that there were so many Cajuns OLd and Young still dancing on a Sunday Morning. (NEVER LET IT BE SAID THAT THEY DO NOT ENJOY THEIR LIVES)

Oh yes, in the Atchafalaya Basin, we had to stop the car countless times to get gators up to sixteen feet to move so we could pass.

While in Texas went to some of my kinfolks camps on the Neches River, big sandbars music and beer and dancing by the lite of the moon. My present family got to talk to many with a much different view of life than they and still find it hard to believe that such places and people exist. I took them swimming in the rivers with gators on the bars, snakes as big as your leg, cotton mouths, hanging from the branches. Took all on a ride in an air boat with friends that that one.

They have never questioned me one time as to whether "...is that true dad" not one time since that trip. My wife was stunned and even said so, as to the beauty of the Cajun gals walking around with mud on their legs when we went to the rivers and bayous.

My son now tries to tell his friends and they all roll their eyes...sure Matt sure... not knowing just how little they know about this country and the people in it.

Yes sir, firm belief in GOD and the U.S.A., ready to defend their families and country and consider it an honor and duty to do so. Much different here in Colorado much different.

There are such people and i am very proud that i have known them and that i came from that strain of good strong stock.

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« Reply #15 on: February 23, 2009, 11:39:14 AM »
OLDSHOOTER
I have a car and it goes where I tell it.
Let's do it.

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It is a beautiful place and I like it.
About every three or four months I get up about 4AM and end up for breakfast in Abbeville and just get lost back down.
Ever eat at the Yellow Bowl in Franklin?
It was a fun read, thanx a bunch.
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« Reply #16 on: February 23, 2009, 12:51:08 PM »
Quote:
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Let's do it.


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« Reply #17 on: February 23, 2009, 02:31:19 PM »
Gentlemen, I've really enjoyed the stories!!  Keep 'em comin'!

And if ya'll are ever in the Fort Worth area, let me know and I'll round up some Community coffee and run it through the percolator!

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« Reply #18 on: February 23, 2009, 03:21:27 PM »
I am sure you have been around St. Martinsville.. the beauty is hard to describe.....the story of Evangeline and the Beautiful Evangeline Oak.

Most people fear the swamps I love them... the hanging moss..120ft cyprus trees..real beautiful and peacfull.

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« Reply #19 on: February 23, 2009, 03:56:20 PM »
OK. I got one. Don't know how much you will like it but it sure was painfull for me. When I moved to Key Largo Fl after hurricane Andrew (I was living in Orlando prior) I caught what they call down there the Key's desiese (man I miss spell check) that is when all you want to do is drink beer and catch fish. Well before long I met a guy that had a like 24' or 26' Mako boat with 2 big outboard motors on he back. That thing would fly if it had wings. It ran so fast it scared me. The only other boat I was on that was faster was 45-70.Gov's boat. He is a member here. His had a 350 Chevy inboard motor if I remember corectly. That thing was really crazy fast. If I had to guess I bet we were doing very close to 100mph in it. I got a little side tracked with the boats so back to the story. So I met this guy with this great boat (chick magnet by the way and another story) Pretty much all we did for a few months was drink beer and catch Snapper. He knew all the spots in the cannals. Just as soon as you tossed your hook in the water with a Shrimp on it the Snapper would hit it. We could fill his coolers that were about maybe 100 gallon in a couple hours. We then sold the Snapper to this fish market guy. I really don't remember what we were getting for them then but the fish market sold them for twice as much. At least we did not have to clean them. The money we made from that bought bait Shrimp, Beer,Smokes and Gas in that order so we could do it again. I was in my early 20'S and just having fun. Well this is where we get to the painfull part for me. We stopped by the bait shop to buy bait Shrimp. He ran in to get it. So I am sitting in the car waiting for him to come out. There were a couple of kids poking sticks at a large Crab in the parking lot. Me being me with a few beers in me got out of the car and asked the kids if they were afraid of this crab. They said yes and they wern't touching it. Well I never saw this type of Crab before and did a bunch of Crabbing up in north Fl in Fernindina Beach. I think the Crabs I caught up there were Blue Crabs but I could be wronk on that. All I know the Crabs I caught up there could not grab you if you grabbed them by the center of their back. They just could not reach around period. Well let me tell you that is not the case with this Crab I come upon in this parking lot. Me being a big guy was going to show these little kids I was not affraid of this Crab. So I reached down and picked up this Crab like I have done a thousand times with another species of Crab. I sure wish I had not done that. It took that Crab about a second to reach around and dig his claw into my hand (between my forefinger and thumb) all the way through the meat of my hand till both ends of his claw met each other through my hand. You want to talk about being shocked. It hurt like hell and the little kids went running away at that point. About that time my buddy comes out of the bait shop and I am yelling at this point. I already broke the Crab away from his claw but it would not let go no matter how I tried. He come out of the store and I yelled at him to open my trunk and get a pair pliers so I can break this claw off my hand. My car had been rear ended and it took him some time to get into my trunk. Can you even believe it took a pair of pliers to crush this claw to get it off me. This is one story I will never forget. Dale
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« Reply #20 on: February 23, 2009, 04:10:02 PM »
Dales..

Good story them blue crabs will pinch the fire out of you.

Everything in the Gulf has teeth fins or claws.... and all will hurt you bad if they get the chance.

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« Reply #21 on: February 24, 2009, 04:50:27 AM »
Did YOU drop tha BEER?
An i bet tha cig never left the lips.
Well, ifin you got your priorities straight.
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« Reply #22 on: February 24, 2009, 04:53:56 AM »
Did YOU drop tha BEER?
An i bet tha cig never left the lips.
Well, ifin you got your priorities straight.
 ;)
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Naw. I was not holding the beer at the time. It sure did hurt though. You would not think a Crab could have that much clamping pressure. Dale
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« Reply #23 on: February 24, 2009, 05:40:53 AM »
I grew up in Oklahoma.
first time i ever saw a dematasse was in Abbeville,LA. was about 1970,
had on a load of pipe, pulled the truck off the side of the road about 3am
needed some "coffee" walked in this little place about 3-4 booth, 10-12
stools at the counter, ordered coffee. Waitress brought this little 1/2
cup sized thing and set it down, i was surprised she saw me looking at it and ask was their a problem, i said i wanted a whole cup of coffee, she said
when you drink that i will bring you some more. I like to have never drank it
all but i did when she ask if i wanted more i ask if she ever thought about using water when she made coffee, she called me a smarta$$ truck driver and the hole
place started laughing. That was the strongest i ever drank, i like it now
but that first dose was pretty bad. I fish some at Buras now
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« Reply #24 on: February 24, 2009, 08:00:00 AM »
once i started drinking seaport dark i developed the tast for it..nothing else would do others were way too weak.

now i do not drink it as colorado when i moved here did not have it available. if you get on it it is good but only one to 4 cups per day is all you will ever need.

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« Reply #25 on: February 24, 2009, 01:59:43 PM »
Community dark roast......... ca cest du bon cafe' may pas pour les American
                                       that is some good coffee but not for Americans
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« Reply #26 on: February 25, 2009, 12:37:00 AM »
Cathy Picquet was her name. Olive, black eyes, oh hell I'm in flashback.
Saturday night on Airline Hwy and Florida Blvd.
1/5th of Cutty Sarke, 18 years old, two buddies that wouldn't back down from nothing. Saturday night crusin in Baton Rouge
Circle Bowl at the intersection. Three girls in a car. Stopped to talk. Fell in lust. Fell in lust? Took me 10 years to stop dreaming.
We was crowded round that car, you know, butt crack showing bent over and half way in.
Some smooth talking going on. She looked at me with those eyes--oh crap, the world stopped.
We sez, big time, ya'll want a drink---they were 15 or 16.
What you Boyyyyys got. drawl it out, momma. OH MY.
We got some Cutty.
Sure nuff. Let us have a drink.
Sure nuff. How's about we find a place too talk, you know, get out of this parking lot.
Sure, let us have a drink and we can go somewhere.
18 year old boys have a way of letting their brains melt to the lower reigons.
They got their hands on that bottle, and, well---there they go.
Hot pursuit, up and down Airline and Fla. Blvd. You know the drill.
Finally back at the Bowling alley---finally---they stop.
A lot of that Scotch was gone.
We talked and we talked and we drank and we talked and we drank. These stories all have the same ending.
BUT, I did get her phone and a date.
Cathy Picquet was her name.
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« Reply #27 on: February 25, 2009, 02:59:41 AM »
Well William that sounds nice but where does the coffee come in?  ;D


Was you cutting that cutty with community  ;)
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« Reply #28 on: February 25, 2009, 12:16:13 PM »
No. It was just a flashback. :'( :-[ :P :-*
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« Reply #29 on: February 25, 2009, 05:03:01 PM »
first wife was a cajun beauty.....however she was crazy as hell...but a beauty none the less.