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Friday, November 30, 2001
In South Louisiana we are now in what we call "Cane Season". The sugarcane farmers are harvesting their hard-fought-for crop. It's an eerie time of year. The farmers burn the fields for reasons that no one seems to agree on. The smoke hangs low to the ground on some days and adds a dramatic effect to our already dramatic culture. We learn to quietly accept the down side of cane season. We stay perpetually stuck on curvy roads behind slow moving tractors taking product to market. The air has a horrible odor that covers the entire town. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you it smells like dog shit. People come here from out of town and as soon as they step out of their cars they sniff the air and immediately check the bottoms of their shoes. Aside from the oil industry, our local economy is based on the sugar crop, so we tolerate the inconveniences with minor grumbling. Archives11/01/2001 - 12/01/2001 12/01/2001 - 01/01/2002 01/01/2002 - 02/01/2002 02/01/2002 - 03/01/2002 03/01/2002 - 04/01/2002 09/01/2002 - 10/01/2002 05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004 06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004 07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004 08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004 09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004 10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004 11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004 12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005 01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005 02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005 03/01/2005 - 04/01/2005 05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005 06/01/2005 - 07/01/2005 07/01/2005 - 08/01/2005 08/01/2005 - 09/01/2005 10/01/2005 - 11/01/2005 12/01/2005 - 01/01/2006 02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006 10/01/2007 - 11/01/2007 01/01/2008 - 02/01/2008 |
