I often wished I was born in Cajun territory. That way I would have a culture I could really dig my teeth into. My ears would by pleased too with the Jazz, Blues, and Zydeco. Unfortunately, I grew up on Oscar Meyer Bologna® sandwiches on generic Wonder® with Miracle Whip® spread and generic Kraft® singles listening to corporate sponsored Pop® rock albums (nothing live). And that is not an exaggeration.
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