As many of you know, we live in the ever-sunny state of California. Just a few hours away in Venice Beach, a walk down the boardwalk will have many folks who live in other parts of the country, turning their heads in disbelief. Tattoo’s and motorcycle helmets are just a common accessory, and living here all of my life, my head stopped turning a long time ago. In fact, the famous Birdman of Venice Beach isn’t considered “weird”, but rather just a nice old man that the birds truly love.
Weird is our norm.
Nothing could have prepared me, however, for a text I recently recieved from my father, who had left sunny California just a few days ago, headed for Baton Rouge, Louisiana, for a week-long work trip.
Dad: I bought you an alligator head.
Me: You may want to read that text you just sent me. I think autospell messed it up.
Dad: No. I bought you an alligator head.
Me: Why would you do such a thing?
Dad: It’s really awesome. I think your going to love it!
Dad: I picked up some alligator feet, too!
Me: I don’t know what to say.
Dad: The place where I bought it had the biggest alligator head that they have ever caught.
Me: They catch alligators and sell their heads?
Dad: Yea, it’s awesome.
Me: Glad you think so. We may have to discuss this further when you get home. I am not sure how the girls are going to respond to a giant alligator head. And, for the record Dad, I’m not hanging it on the wall.
Dad: Sure you are.
Now, my dad is kind of an “out there” type. He sports tour master jackets and shops at places deemed “Helmet City“, but I can’t say that I ever thought I would hear him say the words “I bought you an alligator head”!
So tell me, is this normal in Louisiana? Do you have an alligator head hanging in your house?