I'm offering a reward to anyone who finds the gator that stole my Cajun accent.
If I ever wrote a memoir, I would seriously consider naming it Where’s Your Cajun Accent? or A Gator Stole My Cajun Accent or something like that.
The book could also be named It’s Spelled Legend With An R-E. I say “it’s spelled ‘legend’ with an ‘re’ ” in hopes of helping people spell my last name not hindering them. Sadly, many people don’t know how to spell the word legend.
I might forgo writing a memoir and just record everything like Kenny Powers of “Eastbound and Down” fame. I’m so indecisive.
Look for my memoir in 2041 or thereabouts wherever fine books are sold. I have no clue where fine books will be sold in 2041. Just be on the lookout.
I wasn’t thinking about memoir titles when I named this blog. I was thinking about writing a Q&A, like one that would appear in Playboy, to talk about my three months in Portland — where I’ve been, where I am right now, where I hope to go, etc.
For this exercise, I would be the interviewer and interviewee. The title just came to me because I’ve heard several variations of the statement “you don’t have a Cajun accent” and the obvious follow-up question “why don’t you have a Cajun accent?” from several people.
Good question. Click on the link below for more questions — some frequently asked, some not — and my somewhat expansive, somewhat vague answers to them. Cheers!
I am preparing to interview this afternoon for a reporter vacancy at a mid-sized daily newspaper in the Portland suburbs.
As I look at my portfolio and my clips from four years working full-time for the Daily Comet and Houma Courier newspapers, I am reminded of a mother and her two children whose tragic tale has had a major impact on my life.
It was a morning not unlike this one on Aug. 20, 2007, when I got a tip that there was a swarm of police on St. Anthony Street in Mathews, La. I asked Lafourche Sheriff’s spokesman Larry Weidel what was going on. His response: “Just get here. It’s bad.”
Here just hours before 2011 arrives is that noblest of pursuits: a list of resolutions I will brush aside during the first week of the new year. Anyone can brush aside one resolution, two resolution, three resolutions … but here I have listed 26 resolutions. I can’t possibly brush all of them aside, can I? Just watch. I’ve already said, “Thanks but no thanks”, to five of them while typing this intro. No, I’m not going to tell you which. You’ll just have to guess. You’ll probably guess wrong, though. The mind of the Cajun Tomato is a whirlwind, a friendly whirlwind, but a whirlwind all the same. Well, it’s time to post this baby. May you have a wonderful evening and may 2011 bring you all the health and wealth your megachurch pastor promises.