tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46224907231323241962012-02-16T08:02:24.864-06:00Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726726673771393855noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-75677821304621879202010-08-05T23:21:00.000-05:002010-08-05T23:21:35.605-05:00

I ate at El Mexicano II yesterday, and I was pleased with my repast. El Mexicano (I, I suppose) is located in the old Wal-Mart shopping center; the one I went to is on the west side of town, where Steve's Hamburger Stand used to be, on the way out down Old Spanish Trail towards Lafayette. The shared names would lead me to believe that they are perhaps a chain, or maybe something more

Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726726673771393855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-72675309215790659792010-08-01T11:23:00.000-05:002010-08-01T11:23:39.028-05:00

Perhaps it is a clue about my own mental state, but aside from the Post Office, I am also not unhappy with the Department of Motor Vehicles in New Iberia. There was a time, 20, 25 years ago when it was a matter of holy terror to consider a trip to the DMV. Manned by large trolls with bad breath, body odor and bad attitude, every trip to the DMV was a dreaded thing, a nightmare. One stood in

Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726726673771393855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-16291623846284241152010-07-10T11:21:00.000-05:002010-07-10T11:21:53.118-05:00

Probably one of the more entertaining aspects of life among New Iberia's hoi polloi are the garage sales. As it happens, the missus is an enthusiast, so I have been present at more than a few. You know, when you get into it, haggling is fun. Especially fun is the excessive value that some garage sellers assign some of their wares. The offended looks I have received from some middle-aged and

Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726726673771393855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-16415279435944110722010-07-06T16:49:00.000-05:002010-07-06T16:49:10.715-05:00

No doubt this is not an exclusive to New Iberia. People are equally tactless the world over I'm sure. Regardless, I don't think there's much tackier than newspaper memorials to the dead, especially to those now dead one or five years or more, but one thing that is tackier is the rear windscreen memorial. This is the same place other people put their pissing Calvin stickers (by the same token,

Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726726673771393855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-19743831323477074312010-06-24T23:33:00.000-05:002010-06-24T23:33:32.863-05:00

I was out shopping with the missus today (she was shopping, I was accompanying) when I noticed something I've in fact noticed a number of times previously, but has only now occurred to me to comment upon it. I have seen this behavior (to be described) only among one racial segment of the population. There is this tendency to refer to young girls (as in 6 months to 5 years of age) with the term

Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726726673771393855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-83642305936134627712010-06-09T00:37:00.001-05:002010-06-24T23:26:20.273-05:00

Darby Lane is a street on the northwest side of town, connecting 182 (Old Spanish Trail) and Jane Street. It is residential, and you must drive upon it to get to one of the somewhat ritzier neighborhoods in New Iberia, Squirrel Run. Perry Segura lives on it, if he hasn't died yet. So why does it get one of the worst repair work jobs I've ever had the opportunity to view in town. As I said in

Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726726673771393855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-32915050196909985022010-06-01T22:14:00.000-05:002010-06-01T22:14:40.008-05:00

I've been to a few in New Iberia, and I have to say I'm less than impressed. I am impressed by the fact that all of them seem to be incapable of operation without running the music at an earsplitting volume. There is no place in New Iberia that you can go for a 'quiet drink.' I think, on the whole, it is because bar owners in the parish understand that there aren't really many good

Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726726673771393855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-47438592135289324012010-05-29T16:40:00.002-05:002010-05-29T17:23:26.815-05:00

Unlike most things I'd blog about with regards to New Iberia, the parish library has my unending kudos. The public library in New Iberia has maintained one of the best selection of current books of any town-sized public library I've ever been to. Not that I've been to many, but the few others I've had the misfortune to visit or frequent have made me appreciate what an undeserved jewel New

Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15726726673771393855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-33366947977374728682010-05-29T12:30:00.000-05:002010-05-29T12:30:01.142-05:00

Here is a topic I will most likely revisit frequently.  In fact, nothing pisses me off like driving around in New Iberia.  I have high blood pressure, not because I'm overweight (which I am) but because I must interact with the local citizenship on the roads of New Iberia.  For relaxation, I contemplate a variety of vehicular weaponry which could be added to my vehicle to facilitate movement

Johnnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-42046989964182333292010-05-28T22:48:00.000-05:002010-05-28T22:48:19.479-05:00

I think nearly every last person in New Iberia--especially every person who has recently reached the age of majority and is apparently used to having everything handed to them on a silver platter--has an overdeveloped sense of entitlement.  Subsequently, New Iberia's food service industry suffers from a lack of qualified personnel dedicated to proper service.  It is damned hard to find a place

Johnnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4622490723132324196.post-38125656524097610492010-05-27T20:49:00.000-05:002010-05-27T20:51:23.900-05:00

Have you been driving around town lately? If you have, you won't have failed to notice the condition of the roads. Everything is rather bumpy! I drive a Land Rover, sure, so everything is sort of magnified, but even so, it is still like some third world country. It is a crying shame, truly. What on earth do they spend those tax dollars on? Certainly not road repair.

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