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By:  11/1/2013

thThe Cajun people of Louisiana are some of my favorite people; at one point in my life, I considered dropping out and joining this group of hard living hedonists, but my straight laced Mennonite indoctrination still had a tenuous hold on my morality. Nearly fifty years have passed since I lived with the Coonass people and I still remember them with fondness.

It is easy to point fingers at the Cajun people, their lifestyle is laid back and lusty, but often those we laugh at are the ones we secretly admire.  For those of us who slave at jobs, careers, and businesses, a life that doesn’t allow us to get upset over trivialities has certain advantages.

I am reminded of two friends down in Bossier Parish Louisiana, they both considered themselves race horse trainers, and indeed, they had the knowledge and judgement to be trainers, but they lacked the initiative and drive to build a race horse business.  They usually spent every Sunday playing checkers on a porch and eating cheese and crackers, while drinking a case of beer.  The secrets of training racehorses were discussed, as well as dubious past wins at the Fairgrounds, Arlington, and Churchill.

Delton was a good card player and had recently won a five year old gelding in a poker game.  He kept the horse under wraps so as not to let his friend Louis know about the horse, and began to get him legged up with early morning gallops.

After a month, he couldn’t contain himself, he walked his Louis out to the barn and showed him the gelding.  Louis liked the horse, but kept his enthusiasm hidden, he said, “He’s a good looking horse, but he needs some groceries and a decent set of shoes.”

Delton replied, “He just started galloping a month ago, and I am waiting until I have a little extra money before I call the dentist and the horse shoe’r.  He will pick up weight, once I get his teeth done.”


Louis said, “More than likely, you’re waiting until you have a good card game.”

Delton just shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “What’s the difference.”

Louis said, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll buy this horse from you for a thousand dollars and do the work he needs to get him ready for a race.”

Delton needed the money to stake himself in an upcoming high stakes poker game, “Well, Louis, you just bought yourself a horse.”

Delton played his cards well during several games, and a few weeks later, he was over at Louis’ place, playing checkers, eating cheese and crackers, and drinking beer.  He noticed the race horse in a turnout and said, “Louis, I be missin my horse; I am here today to buy him back.”

Louis looked with shock at his friend, “Whoa back, there, old buddy, not only do I have 3o days of gallops on this horse, but I got his teeth done and he has a new set of race plates.  He’s doing great, and I expect to win a race in 45 to 60 days.”

Delton never missed a stride, “I didn’t say, I expected you to give him to me.  I was going to pay you $1,500 bucks for him.”

Louis, said, without hesitation, “He’s worth $1,800 or you better look for another horse.”

Delton pulled out his wallet and counted out 18 hundred dollar bills.  It was a done deal.

Louis had heard from friends, that Delton had been galloping the horse two miles a day for over a month and had set him down for a 3/8′s of a mile work, and the horse cooled out and wouldn’t have blown out a candle, his breathing was so unlabored.

Louis got his money together and met his buddy for checkers and beer; he told him, he was missing his horse, and needed a horse to train.

You're too late!

Delton said, “You’re too late.”

Louis got aggravated, he thought he was being setup for a high price, “What do you mean, I am too late?”

Delton explained, “A man from Chicago saw the horse, and offered me $5,000.  I helped him load his new horse on the trailer.”

Louis was mad, “That was the dumbest thing you have ever done!”

Delton said, “What are you talking about, that was good money.”

Louis said, “Don’t you realize, we were making a damn good living with that horse.”

Now, race trackers, especially, Cajun race trackers, can get in some ridiculous business dealings, but if you are gullible enough to see the logic of Louis, you might be an Obama voter, but then again, the logic of an American terrorist in Somalia, uses similar logic.


If we follow the trail of illogic that so often defines the present administration, perhaps the idea of joining our enemies and training them to fight their enemies in Syria and other cess pools around the world, might seem like a good idea; after all, one man’s terrorist is another man’s hero.