When I was very young my Father had a pool hall, and slot machines in Honky Tonks, and Grocery stores in Vermilion parish. I rode with him sometimes to collect from the slots. One night we went to a place not so far away from our home in the country , I sat in the car , it was dark, Father to me don't get out the car. When he left you just know kids obey right. I crept up to the place where the ventilating fan screened was and I could see inside, Man what music, dark Louisiana blues, people squirming like red ants was on them, I had never seen or heard that. They have a saying in Cajun land that very young you see something very good or bad it MARKS you, well the Blues marked me. Later as I was older and had a bike I crept out the house and the owner let me come in and hide in a corner behind the bar and listen. I was MARKED, Blues and Cajun Music. The blues place was a Black place, no white people but they respected my Father as he as very good to any man who needed help. It brings back a lot of very good memories.
