Steak place, DeRidder, Louisiana.
Found out that Beauregard is a dry parish. Interesting — I didn’t really need a beer, but I coulda drunk one.
Two down, one to go — that’s what the poster on the wall says, not sure what it’s referring to with regard to WWII; but that’s where I am too — did the main site and the furthest remote site.
That’s appetizing — the waitresses are chatting with the chef about mad cow. They have no idea. Nor do I, for that matter.
Not a lot of people here. Guess I’ve missed the dinner hour. Wonder if this was the place I was supposed to go for catfish.
Fred was traveling for the Telenomics/Applied Materials contract in 1999, doing installs at remote rural sites across Louisiana and Texas.