Is there anything bleaker than an unoccupied dorm room? Four bare blank walls, two beat-up beds, two empty desks, and two chairs. That’s it. Sparse and stark. Then two boys move in, bringing their belongings. Bedding, books, and backpacks. Posters and musical instruments. Refrigerators and snacks to fuel all those late nights studying. Carpets to cover the cold cracked linoleum floor. Sentimental items that remind them of home. And they settle into this new home away from home.
After getting Eric unpacked, we ate lunch at Lasyone’s (La-see-awns), famous for their meat pies.
Bob and I each had a crawfish pie and red beans and rice.
Eric had a meat pie and potato salad.
If you missed my earlier post on Natchitoches, you can read it here.
To get to Natchitoches, part of our route takes us through the Kisatchie National Forest. It’s a lovely drive.
We’ll see Eric again in three weeks. In case you were wondering, and I have to say I even surprised myself, I did not cry as we left Natchitoches.