I met three people that I can remember that only had one leg. One old lady when I ran into her a second time in Bogalusa. When I first met her she had two.
In Oakdale, our landlord of our old, bug infested pad, had only one leg. I think his name was Mr. Duck. I can picture missionaries had been in that place for ever. The sister's, when they took over the area, got a new place. Oh well.
Then in Baton Rouge, I think, there was a man who laid on the train tracks to chop his own leg off. I thought I had told this story before but can not seem to find it. Anyway, the cartilage in his knee wore out and he got these drugs to easy the pain. He wanted his leg amputated and taken off the drugs because they had some unwanted side effects or something.
Posted by Michael at July 22, 2005 08:04 AM