Now I like a good mystery. Always have. Going back to the Hardy Boys when I was a youngster.
Not the blood and gore, “who-dunit” type of mystery, but more like the unexplained occurrence or the “Houston, we have a problem” type of mystery. Or like the one we encountered one day in Henderson, Louisiana.
Lunch was our eventual objective, but we first wanted to explore this small town (pop. 1600) near the levee of the Atchafalaya Basin. The signs were interesting, but it was the small group of buildings along the levee on the edge of town that caught our attention.
As we headed to Pat’s, we noticed that others in the area were “freshening up” a bit before a midday meal.