HAH!

MOM and her trucker friend (mebbe not the one she took off with on I-64) headed for the Florida panhandle and cajoled BWL into crossing state lines with them by offering to load up the truck with his pot....errrr....pots and they are all busy setting up a booth on the street corner in Baton Rouge, even as I type, having formed a cajun band to draw in a crowd for the New Year's revelries and make BWL a rich man from his song writing and pot....errr....pots!

Yep, I done figgered it out. That Zydeco music is comin' up through the hole in that big oak stump down by the road what Gluon keeps jumpin in and out of, always trailin' these weird lookin' strings. Damn! I should jumped up onto that truck with her.

Wait a minute, Gluon was last observed humping Rapaire's leg. Either there is a cajun community in Idaho or Rapaire is with them, and too ashamed to say.