If there are four things the Cajuns I've met love to do, it's tell stories, eat, drink, and have fun. I have intimate experiences with this: My best friend's husband, Chris, is one of them. Merrily living the expression "never let the facts get in the way of good story," Chris and his Southern Louisiana family take delight in spinning a yarn as inflated as it is funny.
I don't mind the fudging. Listening to them, I laugh and laugh, enjoying yet fearing the gleam in Chris' eye that accompanies his expressive brand of Southern accent. Invariably he will persuade me to join him in some ridiculous caper that we'll both recount with fantastic embellishment later on.