Yankee on the Bayou

So, let's start with some basics before we get going with this whole blogging experiment. 

I am a Yankee.  Born and bred.  In fact, before moving to southwest Louisiana in October 2011, I had never even BEEN to the south. That's right... never been to Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Texas- ANYWHERE.  I had been to Virginia and maybe North Carolina once, but never much further- and down here, people don't consider those places the south.  Nope, nope, nope.

Continuing on.... Originally, I am from Pennsylvania, or as Pennsylvanians call it, PA.  Yes, born in PA and lived much of my life in PA.  I had spent stints in Minnesota, New York, Maine and even Colorado and California, but probably 19-20 years of my life, my feet have been planted in PA.... until now....

Now I am here.... in Louisiana of all places... why!!!  Well, it so happens I worked for an ill- fated company.  A company driven by a greedy CEO who wanted nothing more, but to sell us.  So, I flew the coup.  Got outta dodge before they could put my feet in the fire.  And here I am!  That's the short version.  I could tell the long version, but then I'd have to type at least five more sentences, and well, neither of us have all night here.

So really, all in all, those are the basics.  I'll keep specific details to myself as, afterall, this in the interweb and you never know who is watching.  Or reading as it were.

Coming up tomorrow, hopefully, I am going to list my top five observations on living down here.  But for now, here is a picture of a gator.  A real life, angry Louisiana alligator.