the curse of comfort

14 Thursday Feb 2013

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Most people hate being uncomfortable, and that’s understandable. This isn’t some groundbreaking statement. There’s a reason comfort is expensive. We crave it to the point that we’ll do everything we can to avoid the unfamiliar. I try my best to take a different approach. Sometimes being uncomfortable helps remind us how good comfortable feels.

The best glass of water always comes when you’re parched. This isn’t a coincidence.

If you haven’t heard by now, a Carnival Cruise Ship’s engine caught fire over the weekend causing a massive power failure. Somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico a boat sits alone and adrift, full of 4,200 people. They’re angry, dirty and underfed. Countless have taken to sleeping on the top deck to avoid the smell of raw sewage running down the ships interior walls. Many have waited in lines four hours long to eat onion sandwiches. There’s no heat for the cool nights, and no air for the warm days. Tuesday, a tugboat arrived to help tow the ship to port. Slow and steady they’ve managed their way across the gulf. Today, their feet will again touch dry land. Food, showers and clean clothes await them in Mobile.

The best showers always come when it’s been a few days since your last one.

I’m weird, and I know how ridiculous this sounds, but I’d love to be on that ship. As uncomfortable and miserable as it sounds, no one’s health or life is in danger. I’m sure it’s hell on board the ship right now. But given some time for perspective, this will eventually turn into a story that will be retold 10,000 times at family gatherings around the world. If given the chance, I’d gladly trade places with any person on that boat. Not because I’d be doing them any favors, but because selfishly, I’d be doing myself a favor. The lifetime supply of stories I’d be able to store away for later would absolutely be worth the week spent on a nightmare cruise.

As we age, our lives become a memory. Everything we’ve ever done we’ve strived to make memorable. At least, that’s what we pretend we’re doing. The thing’s that last are typically things that stand out from the ordinary. No one remembers the beach trip they took when they ended up getting sunburned while reading 50 Shades of Gray. No one remembers the time they went water-skiing during a weekend trip to the lake. Sure you remember them happening, but they happened so many different times that all the memories begin bleeding together. Unless something extraordinary happened, those memories will never stand the test of time.

If you ate nothing but chocolate every day for an entire year, you’d quickly forget how good it tastes. (Also you might get diabetes.) But it’s not simply variety we need; sometimes we need the bad things life throws at us too. The good in life is actually enhanced by the bad. Embrace the unusual, even if it’s uncomfortable. Those are the stories that last a lifetime and they’ll always remind us just how great being comfortable feels.

-bc

we will become silhouettes

17 Wednesday Oct 2012

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autumn, christianity, death, faith, fall, family, God, life

It’s been a while since I updated the blog and Beau let me know that it was my turn. As many of our friends and family know, the past 3+ months have been a chaotic, emotional roller coaster. We experienced the joy of birth, the sorrow of death and finally excitement over the marriage of my brother Joe & his new wife Leah. That’s the excuse I’m using for why I haven’t written anything since before Deegan was born. He is now about 3 1/2 months old, and will be 4 months on October 26th. It’s hard to believe how quickly he’s growing! I know all you mothers out there are thinking “just wait…. wait til he turns 1 year!” or “wait til he’s in high school” or “wait til he’s driving” or “wait ’til he has a child of his own”. I realize that’s the course our lives typically take as we get older, but I’m choosing to not think of my child as a teenager just yet (especially if he’s as stubborn as his parents). I’m sure every mom out there has had these same thoughts though, and before they knew it, that time was upon them.

In the mean time however, I’m trying to take advantage of all the cuddle time with my boy before he is too old to cuddle with his Mommy. I’m enjoying every little coo and laugh and the huge toothless grin that melts my heart. Every day is meaningful because every day brings something new. Having a child has helped me understand just how small I am, as well as how blessed I am. I am made aware of how great my Savior’s love for me must be. As I love my child beyond description, how much greater is God’s perfect love for me, his child?

Despite our busy lives, Beau, Deegan and I have made time for a few walks and drives to enjoy what is easily my favorite season, Fall. It was my favorite season as a child because October is my birthday month, but now, the reasons are abundant. Now it’s my favorite because of the beauty and the weather. The humidity is gone, the trees are turning beautiful colors, and I love walking through our neighborhood because there’s a slight breeze in the cool air that blows crunchy leaves on the path. The trees overhang the street to give a colorful, and almost comforting, canopy as we walk.

We went for a drive on the Natchez Trace this afternoon, and once again, I noticed the beauty of Fall in North Alabama. A thought struck me that I’d never considered before. What if Fall is God’s way of showing us that the dying process can be a beautiful thing? I know that sounds a bit morbid, but bear with me. When you realize what Fall is, you can understand it a bit better. Fall is nothing more than the process of nature dying. How can something that has to do with dying be so beautiful? Maybe it’s God’s way of showing us that our life, however long or short it may be, is a dying process. We weren’t created to live forever. We were created for eternity in another place. So, like nature, everyone’s life has a season that prepares them for death; and, like nature, shouldn’t our lives be beautiful? Shouldn’t our short time on this earth be filled with an evident, beautiful change that brings glory to Christ? Maybe death is hard for the ones left behind. Maybe it feels cold and harsh- like winter. But the season before death is beautiful, and a time when we see a person’s true colors. It’s a time when we see God glorified. . . no matter what.

- Sarah

love is watching someone die

05 Wednesday Sep 2012

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I’m convinced that fathers and sons have far and away the most complicated relationship any two people on this earth can have. All a father wants is for their son to become a better version of themselves. At least, that’s what I’ve gathered from my 2+ months as a father. I don’t think it ever dawns on you until you have a son of your own. But that’s your hope. My dad and I butted heads for 28 years, but it was always out of love. There’s no father and son who haven’t. I’ll go toe-to-toe with my own son one day because I don’t want to see him make some of the same idiotic decisions I have made. And he’ll never realize this until he has a son. And it’s a cycle that will repeat itself until the end of time. That’s fathers and sons.

And now, at 28, I find myself at a strange place in life. My 60 year old father and my infant son both depend on me to hold them up. Neither of them have the strength on their own to do what they want without my help. It’s terrifying to sit here and watch the man who raised me to be strong and tough, now unable to sit up in bed or go to the bathroom without my help.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around how I feel about cancer. I obviously hate the way it’s ravaged my dad’s body. I hate seeing the strength he spent a lifetime acquiring be so suddenly and painfully taken from him. But for all the horrible pain cancer causes, it also gives the strangest gift at the very end. It gives us closure in a way no other form of death can.

Just the other day, I saw where a tow-truck driver died instantly after a tree fell on his truck. Death came swiftly and without warning. He had no goodbyes. He wasn’t surrounded by family or loved ones. Just himself, alone in a tow-truck.

None of us are leaving this world alive. For most of us it’s sudden and we’re either alone or surrounded by strangers. At least cancer allows us to say “I love you,” one final time with our families ushering us into God’s arms.

In my mind, my dad will always be tough. One of my favorite stories of his was about the time he and his friend Mike Hicks went backpacking in the Great Smokey Mountains. They made camp and settled in for the night at a pretty high altitude. They awoke the next morning with several inches of frost inside of the top of their tent. That frost was actually their breath which had frozen to the inside of the tent while they slept. A freak blizzard had hit and they awoke to sub-zero temperatures and several feet of snow. My dad said that while they were packing up their gear, it dawned on him that they might not make it out alive. Surrounded by snow & temperatures they weren’t prepared for, they began hiking down the mountain. They eventually managed to hike down to the nearest known Ranger Station, a good 1,000 feet lower in elevation then where they had made camp. The thermometer at the station had gotten down to 20 degrees below zero that night, and there was no way of knowing exactly how much colder it had gotten where they had camped. The rangers were surprised anyone could have survived a night unprepared under those conditions.

And that was my dad, as tough as they come. And that’s why it’s so hard to sit here and watch him weak and dying, struggling to talk. This isn’t who he’s supposed to be, this isn’t how I want to remember him. For me, that’s one of the things I’ve struggled with the most. I don’t want these last few days with my dad to be my final memories of him.

Luckily I’m blessed with great friends and on Sunday, Adam, Ben & Ken showed up. We rode around and talked for a while and I expressed these thoughts to them. Adam’s response was flawless:

“I think you’ve got it all wrong. What better way to remember your dad than by being able to serve him? Your entire life he’s been there to help you whenever you needed it. Now as he’s getting ready to leave this world you’re here to help serve him just as Christ would. What a gift.”

My dad was never a monument to health, but he always bounced back. Between diabetes, kidney stones, and 4 different types of cancer, he’s been a fighter his entire life, which is why there’s no possible way to describe how it felt to hear him tell me he was ready to die. He’s not supposed to die. He’s supposed to be here to help me teach my son how to swing a golf club and how to work on cars. He’s supposed to be here every Saturday during the fall to teach Deegan the Alabama fight song. He’s supposed to be here to tease him about first dates and first girlfriends. He’s supposed to be here.

But that’s not true. He’s not supposed to be here. That’s just my selfish human nature getting in the way of reality. God wouldn’t let something happen to us that he didn’t want to happen. After all, how do you make God laugh?

You make plans.

My dad’s life and his battle with cancer have served as an inspiration to many and his death will be counted as a great loss. If you asked him, he’d be the first to tell you that he was never anything but a sinner. An awful, lowly sinner saved by grace. But aren’t we all? He just had the guts to admit it.

Last Wednesday, when the Doctors told us “We’re focusing on quality of life instead of quantity of life,” was the worst part. It meant time was running out. I tried to imagine being in that condition and how it must feel to trust in anyone other than the Lord. I’d feel hopeless and helpless. I can’t imagine approaching death scared and alone. Spending those last days on earth terrified of what awaited you beyond the grave.

My dad doesn’t have that fear. He knows where he’s going. He isn’t afraid because he knows that what awaits him is far better than what he’s leaving behind.

- bc

swim until you can’t see land

04 Wednesday Jul 2012

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I think one of the reasons we love newborns is because they help us forget the unimportant things that don’t hold any real value. As soon as a new soul enters this world we stop focusing on the mundane day to day activities that absorb and demand all of our attention and we instead focus on a perfect flawless love that can only come from Yahweh. Instantly we are no longer the center of our own universe, and all of our hopes, fears and goals are instantly replaced with an entire new set.

I love Sarah more than I ever thought possible, but when I saw the way she loved our son from the very first second he entered this world naked and screaming, I discovered an even more incredible love. Even though he’s only a week old, Sarah talks to Deegan, loves him, and holds him like she’s known him her entire life. I think the phrase “love at first sight,” must have come from a parent upon seeing their child for the first time.

The very first night we brought him home, he didn’t want to sleep. He only wanted to see how loud he could scream. He kept us up until 6:30 AM. Sarah and I took 1 hour shifts throughout the night. One of us would sit in a rocker and hold him while the other tossed and turned on the couch or recliner and pretended to sleep. Finally at 6:30, he had gotten quiet enough to put back into his crib. I laid down on the couch and within 30 seconds he had begun wailing again. I laid there and was so exhausted that for the next 2 minutes all I could think of was “please stop, please, please, please let me get some sleep. please stop.” Finally he stopped, and my very first thought was “Uh oh, is he still breathing?” So I got up from the couch, ran over and checked on him. He was fine, but it dawned on me that for the rest of my life I’d have someone to be worried about.

I don’t want to sound like a fatalist, but when I look around at the current state of the world I have to admit that sometimes I feel like saying “What are we fighting for?” We know that this world is meant to fall apart. It’s meant to be a temporary home, and sometimes no matter how strong our faith is, we feel like we’re fighting a losing battle. It feels like we’re patching the Hoover Dam by sticking our fingers in the holes. This world is crumbling before our eyes, but we fight because we’re told to. We fight because we know that in the end it isn’t a lost cause. We fight because we want Deegan to have a chance and a choice.

Sarah and I are blessed beyond reason and rationalization. Sadly, because we’re human, we’ll eventually lose purpose and direction, however temporary, and focus on houses, clothes, jobs, etc… But we’re here for one purpose, and thankfully the birth of a child will always remind us of that.

- bc

tomorrow is a long time

11 Monday Jun 2012

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37 weeks and 3 days along…the countdown has been going fast and yet slow; great and yet miserably; exciting and yet strange. It’s almost time and Beau and I are ready for the little guy to get here. However, I make no promises as to Deegan’s due date. I’ve had requests from certain friends/family that he be born on their birthday or when they are going to be in town. I can guarantee they will not all line up. However, I will do my best to make sure as many requests as possible overlap. I will add though, that Granddaddy has promised me a silver dollar if Deegan is born on his birthday, so I will possibly be shooting for that.

Carrying this baby around has been the most amazing experience. Here’s what I’ve learned so far:

First Trimester: Some morning sickness while also feeling hungry all the time
Second Trimester: No more morning sickness, still hungry, face gets broken out like a teenager
Third Trimester: No more broken out face, still hungry, heartburn, swollen feet, tingly hands
All 9 months: Best thing ever to see/hear/feel my baby grow. I can not wait to meet him!

I am planning to stay home with Deegan instead of going back to teach again. I will still be coaching Jr. high girls basketball, doing my photography, and I’ve even recently become a Premier Designs Jeweler! Lots going on, but I’m so excited about all of it!

Beau has been driving to Addison, AL. recently for work so he can help them with their water system. He stays busy, and loves his job. I have to brag on him because he does all this mapping stuff that I don’t think I’d ever be able to fully understand, even though I pretend to. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy hearing about his adventures at work, but there’s a reason he’s the GIS/GPS/mapping expert and I’m not. He’s just so talented

I know I’m not the best at keeping this blog updated, but I will try to update fairly soon. Probably the next update will be after we have a baby. Whoa!

- Sarah

the river is wild

22 Tuesday May 2012

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Protip: you can always click on these pictures to make them larger.

We (Hodge and I) put our kayaks in the water at 12:30 PM, just after a lunch of sandwiches and granola bars. Had we known what was ahead of us, we’d have packed & ate a lot more food, and wouldn’t have left our grill in his truck.

We had a 15+ mile trip ahead of us that we assumed would only take a few hours. We knew that as long as we averaged 4MPH, we would finish around 4 or 4:30 PM. What we didn’t count on was how shallow the river was going to be. At times depths would reach 5-6 feet, and at other times, the times we had to carry our gear, the water wouldn’t make it past our ankles. It’s not a stretch to say we had to get out of our kayaks and drag/carry them 100 times. This is not an exaggeration, if anything it may be an underestimation.
In addition to the times we had to get out and drag everything we’d brought with us, there were another 100 times where we were too stubborn to get out of our boats. We pushed and pushed with our paddles while we were stuck on sandbanks, essentially turning our kayaks into gondolas. Over the course of an afternoon, this would eventually wear us out.

Hodge “Gondoling” down the river.

At 3:00, an unexpected thunderstorm rolled through, thoroughly soaking any dry areas left on our bodies. We were at least smart enough to keep our tents/sleeping bags stowed away in dry bags. Around 4:30, I pulled out the GPS, checked our maps, and realized we weren’t even halfway to the end point, the place we had all of our food and remaining supplies. If we were going to make it by nightfall, we needed to paddle faster.

Around 6:00 our arms had turned to rubber and we had no idea how much further down the “river” we needed to go to get to the truck. The water was as clear as any we’d ever seen. If there was something below our boats, we could see it. We saw copperheads, fish, turtles and birds all along the river, but we never saw another person. After 7 hours of continuous paddling we began to wonder if we had taken a wrong turn, perhaps we had branched off into another fork and were lost somewhere in Bankhead. But there was nowhere to go but downstream.

You can see just how shallow the river was.

One of the many areas we had to get out and drag our gear.

By 8:30, it was getting pretty dark, and dangerous to portage. One step in the wrong direction could result in a broken ankle. We had to make a decision to camp, or continue on in the dark. After weighing our options, we agreed that continuing on would be a mistake. We found a place to set up camp, tied our kayaks off, and tried our best to dry out. One piece of information I wish we had known about the Sipsey beforehand is there are no places to camp. It’s a river that’s cut a gash through the North Alabama limestone and created canyon walls anywhere between 50 & 100 feet high. The campsite we settled for, was a flat rock jutting out onto the edge of the river. It was flat because most of the year, water flows over and smooths it out. However, since the water level was so low, it was exposed enough to set up camp. It was just big enough to for a pitched tent to fit, and only inches from the water. If the water level rose in the middle of the night, which was a real possibility given the thunderstorms that had passed to our north, we risked waking up soaking wet and losing all our gear. We laid out our clothes to dry overnight, climbed inside the tent, and attempted to sleep.

Steep canyon walls.

Nope, can’t camp here.

With humans usually being in short supply, the local bullfrog population had no reservations about approaching us, or giving us an impromptu concert. If I had to guess, this particular breed of bullfrog was prone to vices such as smoking because they were extra hoarse, and extra loud. Sleep finally came around 11 and lasted until midnight. Once you finally figure out a way to comfortably lay on a rock, it becomes uncomfortable, and you toss and turn all night, and you listen to bullfrogs sing about flies and crickets. I flopped all around the bottom of the tent until 5:15 the next morning. It was one of the longest nights I can ever remember.

At 6AM, after all of our gear was packed, I located my clothes. They were as wet as they were the night before, and it was 20 degrees cooler outside. I hadn’t packed a change of clothes because I had assumed we’d get back to the truck before we made camp. This proved to be a bad decision on my part. I had to will myself to put on soaking wet clothes on a 59 degree morning, wade through the water and paddle an unknown distance on virtually no sleep and no energy. It was awful.

We set off downstream, and much to our dismay, found deeper, faster flowing waters. It was the easiest mile and a half of kayaking I’ve ever done. This is where we should have put in to begin with. It was frustratingly easy. We pulled into the sandy beach where we’d parked, dragged our gear and kayaks up a 100 foot incline, loaded up and headed out.

My only real regret is not taking enough pictures. Everything was so wet, and I was afraid of ruining my phone. Reading over this, and describing it to other people, it sounds miserable. But I can’t wait to go back. This time 20+ miles, and with more people tagging along.

- bc

now my feet won’t touch the ground

30 Friday Mar 2012

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First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for keeping my dad in their prayers. There’s a couple of things that are certain in this life, one of them being that anytime your phone rings at 5:00 AM, you know it’s bad news on the other end. I’ve gotten too many of those lately… but hopefully this will be the last for a long, long time.

This morning we left Houston at 3:30 AM and headed to Memphis to see my dad. We arrived just after 3:00 PM. I’m not sure if it was the long car ride or what, but Sarah’s been feeling pretty bad today. Hopefully she didn’t catch something while out in Houston. We headed up to see my dad, and he looked tired and weary, but also very confident. I think more than anything he’s just ready to go play golf again! We visited with my parents for a little while and finally reached home at around 7:00 PM, 15.5 hours after we first piled into the Xterra this morning.

I feel like I needed to finish up our mini-Expidition with a final rundown since we haven’t updated since Monday. We visited Minute Maid Park (home of the Astros) where we walked on the field, hung out in the dugout, saw the clubhouse, and saw some pretty neat stuff that not too many other people get to see.

We swung by the Houston Aquarium, which in addition to fish, also had a White Tiger exhibit. They have four total Tigers which they rotate every couple of hours. This particular Tiger was obviously underfed.

If not for the protective glass, Sarah might be an only child. They also had a Sting Ray petting area. Weird, but I definitely had to partake. Sting Ray’s enjoy being petted, who knew?

We also stopped by the Houston Museum of Natural Science, where they had Dino Bones, Mayan Artifacts and stuff they’d drug up from the Titanic. They even had a Crystal Skull similar to the one from latest Indiana Jones film. The History Majors in Sarah and I always push us to this type of stuff. It never disappoints.

That’s about it from Houston. It was a great trip and we met some great people. Glad we finally got to see where Joe calls home.

Enough can’t be said about how blessed and thankful we all are for the prayers extended out for my dad. He obviously is a little discouraged about being in the hospital again, but we think being at Memphis will really help get to the bottom of what’s wrong. Whatever the outcome may be, we can’t say it enough, THANK YOU for your thoughts and prayers.

Sarah and I go in for our 3D/4D Ultrasound on April 3rd, and when we get done, I’m sure Sarah will be back to post the first ever pictures of Robert Deegan Cooper.

Until next time…

- bc

galveston, oh galveston I still hear your sea waves crashin’

27 Tuesday Mar 2012

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I figured the title for this post was appropriate, considering Beau and I went to visit Galveston, TX this morning. Not only that, I drove Beau crazy singing the Glen Campbell song pretty much the whole time we were there. I think the thing that probably made it worse though, was that I only actually knew one line.

Beau and I left for Galveston this morning after my “happy” breakfast of cuties and a banana. (picture to follow) We decided that Galveston had some pretty cool tourist attractions, and was actually very well prepared for the whole beach/vacation thing. The only thing they were lacking was a beach. You may ask, “But I thought Galveston was a beach city, how could they not have a beach?” Well, technically I guess it can be called a beach because there is a coastline and a little bit of sand, however, we have apparently been spoiled by our Alabama beaches because there was no comparison. It made me remember that our state has some of the most beautiful beaches in the country, so I guess it’s not really fair to compare. I do have to give Galveston credit for what looked like a pretty great water park called Schlitterbahn. It’s known for being one of the best water parks in the country. Beau was also excited to see that the local elections had him running for Mayor of Galveston. We would appreciate your support in this campaign.

After Galveston, we came back to Houston and had lunch with Joe at a place called Ninfa’s on Navigation. Apparently, you have to eat at the one on Navigation or it’s not even like eating at the same restaurant. Even though it’s a Mexican restaurant, it’s known for having the best burger in the entire city. It’s called the Fiesta Burger, and instead of ground beef, they use fajita steak. As for the best burger in Houston? I’ve only eaten this one, but it would be hard to beat. They do have plenty of authentic Mexican dishes as well. I compare it to a local Rosie’s Cantina like we have in Florence, except this place was good. Sorry to those of you who like to eat at Rosie’s. I’m about to burst your bubble: Rosie’s is not good. This place however, was very good! We were also able to go by the church after lunch and meet all the people Joe works with.

Tonight, we all went to see The Hunger Games. It was great! I think it may have even convinced Beau to read the books. :) Imagine that, the first books Beau will have read since High School! Tomorrow, I think the plan may be to see the zoo and the aquarium. We’re just kind of playing it by ear.

- Sarah

sounds like hallelujah

26 Monday Mar 2012

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Beau has been updating the blog for the past couple days, so I suppose I’ll give him a break. This morning we visited Joe’s church: Christ the King Presbyterian. It was great to finally see where Joe works and plays. And when I say play, I mean play. It must be great to have a job where you spend half your time testing out fun games and ideas. We enjoyed the service and being a part of the youth group for Sunday School. It’s great to see Joe do what he loves.

Here’s a quick run-down of the events of today:

- After church, Beau, Joe, and I ate lunch and drove around Houston for a tour. Joe said Sunday was a good day to do this because we’d be able to avoid the usual weekday traffic… but I still saw lots of cars

- We found out where Roger Clemens lives and drove by his house. It was easily recognizable from the giant C on his front gate and the giant Texas Longhorns flag fluttering above his front door.

- After the tour, we caught up on some NCAA basketball we had recorded on the DVR.

- Later, we went back to the church for the evening youth activities. We watched everyone play a game called “GaGa” which is actually Israeli Dodgeball. Then, we listened to Joe’s second lesson of the day, both of which were very good!

- After church, we picked up some chicken wings from Wing Stop. Mine were the garlic parmesan flavor so I could avoid the inevitable heartburn that would surely follow buffalo flavored wings.

- We then caught up on the rest of our basketball games. All three of our brackets are basically worthless now, Thanks Tarheels.

I know this has not been very long or overly entertaining, but I am very sleepy and it’s past mine and Baby Cooper’s bedtime. Tomorrow, we’re headed to check out the beaches of Galveston, and possibly the Houston Zoo.

- Sarah

rivers and roads

25 Sunday Mar 2012

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If you’re from Louisiana, or currently call it home, you might want to skip these next 2 paragraphs.

The state of Louisiana (at least the part along I-10) is one giant litter box filled with rusty 1984 Chrysler Lebaron’s, burned down EZ-Cash stores and smoggy oil refineries. If I saw one smokestack today I saw 10,000.

90% of the state smells like a toxic mixture of swamp gas and rotten fish. BUT, they did do at least one thing right.

I know this will sound strange coming from me, an Alabama fan, but you guys nailed it with Baton Rouge. I’ve been to most SEC campuses and so far, LSU’s is my favorite.

I was taken aback with the abundance and beauty of the Spanish-styled architecture. The campus was large, yet comfortable and the Live Oak lined streets gave the entire place the feel of a turn-of-the-century plantation. The campus was spotless, and walking up to Tiger Stadium felt like I was approaching a grand cathedral. You guys did good when you put together your Capitol.

Oh and New Orleans. You did pretty good with New Orleans too. Although I feel like asking for forgiveness just from glancing at the Bourbon St. sign, I can’t ignore how special the rest of the city is.

One of the first stops we made today was Chalmette National Historic Park. Here, we walked the battlefields where General Stonewall Jackson defended New Orleans against the British in one of the final and most decisive battles of the War of 1812.

Afterwards we headed into the city and stopped at Jackson Square for breakfast and a look at some local art. We visited the New Orleans Jazz Historic Park in the French Quarter, visited a couple of local shops and headed out. We did swing by the Superdome on the way out of town which was already decorated for the Final 4.

Didn’t do too much else today since we had a ways to drive. We did stop at a rest area in Grosse Tete that housed a live Bengal Tiger. And We stopped in Orange, Texas and took a walking tour of Blue Elbow Swamp.

As we were traveling west on I-10, we passed a couple of Bandidos bikers. If you’ve ever seen an episode of Gangland you’d know why I was terrified of even being within 20 feet of these guys. It was a harrowing few minutes as we approached, then passed these nefarious characters. For the next 20 miles I obsessively stared in my rearview mirror knowing without a doubt the Bandidos were coming to hunt me down for looking at them funny when we passed. I made eye contact with one of the guys and it was like staring into an endless pit of terror.

Maybe most of that last paragraph was just my delirious sleep deprived mind playing tricks on me. But we really did pass some Bandidos on the interstate.

We arrived in Houston around 6:00 PM well traveled and worn out. It’s 11:45 PM now, and after watching DVR’d NCAA tournament basketball, it’s time for bed. Although to be honest, I am a little worried about going to sleep you guys. I’m afraid the Bandidos will terrorize me in my dreams.

- bc

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