For the record: I am here in Natchitoches, Louisiana to address the Redbone Heritage Foundation. I'd link it, but I'm working under duress at the moment, so look it up yourself. I'd promise to come back and add the links, but I never do, so why bullshit? Eh? The Redbone Heritage Foundation (RHF) is the brainchild of my friend, Don Marler. He has devoted a lifetime to researching and writing about Louisiana's Redbones. Google him, too. They got off to a rocky start last year for several reasons.
This year they invited me to speak to them about whatever I thought was important. That's hard to sum up in less than an hour. Loving a challenge, I accepted. So here I am.
But wait, there's more to the story. No, it's too confusing. I can't even start here. Maybe if I try very hard I can summarize it somewhat. Here's my effort. Okay, first of all, not everyone likes each other. Everyone thinks everyone else has either (1) an agenda, or (2) a psychological disorder. I'm not sure they're not all right. So far, I'm the only one I'm sure is sane. There are at least three distinct groups, although I'm not entirely happy with the word "group." It's more like a random association of strangers who agreed to bond only to do war with another random group.
I had dinner with Group 1 of the Redbone wars. Group 1 is Stacy, Gabe, Don. Don's wife Sybil was with us as well, and although she has a good mind and a strong opinion, she's not really one of the players in the group.
Tomorrow Group 2 arrives. That would be my cousins Linda, Brenda, Terry, and Jim. Kim may also be here, but it's not certain. Another cousin, Lucille, may come, but the odds are long. Although we are as an opinionated a bunch that ever came along the pike, we are not here with an agenda. That I'm aware of.
Group 3 is not here. That would be Larry and LV. They're also cousins. LV is closer in both kinship lines and cultural experience. Larry's an interesting person. I won't meet him this week-end, and that's too bad. It's hard to tell the crazy ones from the normal ones if they won't stand next to each other for you to study their twitches. So to speak.
I am going to have so much fun this week-end. They all think I'm as crazy as a loon, so we all begin on equal footing.
If no one hears from me in the next several days, notify the authorities.