Just a few examples of people curious about my sporklace.
Every trip to New Orleans that involves a road trip with Jenae, finds me engraving a new commemorative spork, usually purchased from REI. People ask us about them, and that begins some good local conversation. Some people want to be photographed with me, and some people want to own my spork. All good fun, and good stories. A few years ago, a burly logger we met at BRIDGE BAR in BREAUX BRIDGE right across from our cabins at BAYOU CABINS on BAYOU TECHE, just had to have my spork, so I gave it to him. He went home, and came back with a beautiful antler and bead necklace that he made as reciprocation!! Back in New Orleans a few nights later, an East Indian cabbie ask me if I was an American Indian!! On my most recent trip to New Orleans, a cook in my across the street dive bar, THREE LEGGED DOG, just had to own my spork, claiming that it was the best tool he ever owned in the outdoors…and prison!! I just sent him a personally engraved one from home.
But mainly, why else would pretty young women want to be photographed with an ugly old man?