… and despite the fact there is nothing to do except hunt or fish, it is a very good time. The town has a great deal of character that is rapidly evaporating, much like the lake is being drained to support the rapid population growth, and the influx of the “I long for the simple life” rich that always succeed in bringing the complexities and overcrowding of the city with them. Despite change, Jefferson has succeeded in maintaining a quaint atmosphere.
My wife and I, prior to the birth of our second son seven years ago, made a biannual pilgrimage to Jefferson. I would read and wander the bayou/river or walk about the lake and my wife would head downtown to antique shop. Being incredibly hot in Jefferson in July, I decided to accompany my wife on one of her explorations in the shops and entertained myself by eating non-stop and people watching. Curious how one could identify the local Negro versus the visiting the manicured quaff and the “smooth as a babies bottom hands” of those of us “Vistin”. We encountered a General Store that was fascinating and I discovered a huge rain barrel of “antique” coins rendered as tender in brothels throughout the Ole West. Now I am a reasonable man and I have my doubts that coin such as these would be minted in such large quantities, and if it were fiscally responsible, the chance they would be in such abundance today. Nevertheless, I did purchase several and carry them about from time to time as a conversation piece.
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