I was at home in Montana mid-winter when the phone rang and Gene was on the line. The temperature was BELOW ZERO. Four Louisiana friends had arrived in the most remote big game hunting camp one could imagine and had brought Gene along to cook! After a laugh and brief conversation, I headed to his kitchen in the Hostel, two hours north on frozen and icy roads. As I walked in, there he was, dressed in many layers of clothes, with a huge pot of gumbo on the wood stove and more food in the making. We laughed about the absurdity of the entire scene, warmed ourselves with food and drink, and marveled that two Coonasses could possibly have found one another in a sub-zero setting in Montana! We laughed for years about that day ... as well as much more silliness to follow. Gene was like no other.
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Gene was my law partner but more than that a true friend. When he counted you as a friend, he was your friend for life. He was extremely loyal. Always remember “Sweep the state in ‘88”. That was his motto in 1967! He said he was going to run for Governor!RIP, my friend.
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Probably my favorite Gene story is one he told himself. He had a Cajun client who was having a hard time getting his wife to agree to a divorce. Every time Gene drew up the papers, at the last minute she would refuse to sign them. This went on for months and Gene was getting very aggravated. Finally, he unwisely told his client: “The only way you’re going to get rid of that woman is to buy a gun and shoot her.” Shortly thereafter, the wife became very eager to sign the divorce papers. “She must have a new boyfriend,” Gene told his client. It was true. The papers were quickly signed and the woman remarried. A few months later, the client called Gene long after he had gone to sleep. “Gene,” the client told him, “Alice, she dead!” Gene remembered his foolish advice and suddenly became very awake. “Slow down,” he told the client, “and tell me exactly what you did.” “Mais me, I didn’t do nuthin’. Her new husband shot her dead in a Dunkin’ Donuts. I put up with her shit for eight years, he couldn’t take it for two months!”
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Once I went with Gene to take his car for service at the BMW dealership in New Orleans. As soon as we pulled in, someone ran over to serve us, and everyone began to speak to Gene as if he were royalty. “What do these people know about you that I don’t?” I asked him. “It probably has to do with the way I bought this car. When I first came in, I was dressed the way I usually am.” (dirty, torn jeans, frayed shirt, scuffed and unpolished shoes…in other words, like a bum) “And none of the salesmen wanted to talk to me. Every time I tried to ask a question they would walk away. Finally, I decided on a car and told a salesman that I wanted to buy it. The salesman looked down his nose at me and said ‘Are you prepared to give us a registered check for…’ he named a large sum. Gene pulled out his very fat wallet and replied, “If it’s all the same, I’d rather just pay in cash. After that, they have always been very nice to me.”
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2013, Huahin, Prachuap Khiri Khan, Thailand
Pumpkin so sad / Gene in love
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2011, Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya, Thailand
Gene with his acting...lovely ❤
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2010, Koh Nang Yuan, Surat Thani, Thailand
Gene with his handsome face
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