How to know you're in a Louisiana hospital...
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I covered a 1-9 last night for a friend who wanted to watch her son play in the LHSAA high school baseball play-offs. Just before I left for the evening, the ED guys called over offering food as they had way too much. I politely declined. Old man was ready to go home.
But as I walked out the lobby and out the back door, the smell of boiled crawfish was overpowering.
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Did you stop in?
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Nope. I was ready to head to the house.
It is the season, though. They're nice and big this year. Several big boils have happened around here for one cause or another. The rice farmers should be happy, as they tend to make more money off of the crawfish than they make from their rice crop.
