This is a shot of the floor somewhere between Roque's pool table and the dance floor. Read carefully and you might learn something. Let's say you need to replace the floor in your living room. You find a deal on some cheap lumber. Only problem is the reason the lumber is cheap–it's full of knots. No problem. Build your floor with the cheap lumber. When a knot falls out and leaves a knot hole, open a can of pork ‘n' beans and tack the lid over the knot hole.
If your wife says you ain't nailing tin can lids to her living room floor, look for your next wife in juke joints.
This is my buddy Mike Dupree. As y'all know from Roque's Blues Hall's main page, Mike is a Cane River Creole and an all-around great fellow. He's a cook over at the poultry plant by day and a computer mechanic and philosopher by night. His sentences contain words like motherboard and bits and bytes and long quotations from long-dead French and Italian intellectuals.
Mike looks a little disgusted in this photo. It's probably because he answered only about 98 % of the questions on Jeopardy, which just finished showing on Roque's TV.
I caught Christian off guard in this photo. The blues are belting out of the jukebox behind him, and he's taking a long drag out of a Marlboro red.
Y'all reckon this white boy from Los Angeles enjoyed this Louisiana juke joint?
A couple of months before Christian and I visited Roque's, I purchased a two-piece custom-made jewel of a graphite cue stick.
I practiced every day with that dandy graphite stick, and, y'all, hot ain't the word! I was ready to take a large chunk out of Stanley Roque's pool-shootin' ass. Guess what? I left my stick at home. Over on the right that's Stanley doing a follow-through on his fourth 8-ball shot.
Hell of a note is what it is.