Could there be a more appropriate place for a hairy Robertson man?
We were driving through Monroe on Interstate 20, starving, and we decided to stop at the Duck Commander warehouse. We were hoping Miss Kay would be there with crawfish jambalaya. Not!
There was a crowd of people buying tee shirts, Uncle Si's tea, and duck calls. One harried mother was leaving with two children, one of which had mastered the duck call they had just bought. I'm guessing she had a long trip home.
We just got back in the car and drove to Tallulah, where we got some genuine soul food at a truck stop. It was a good day.