So, I finally got around to calling today to find how much I was going to be set back for my little run in with the law back when I went to Jena. Turns out that going 56 in a 45 in a construction zone in Rapides Parish will cost you $182. Which is more than I want to pay, of course, but it's a lot less than I feared. I don't think Louisiana is one of those states that actually doubles speeding tickets if you're in a construction zone, it's just higher. I have a sneaking suspicion that had it been in Texas, it would have been closer to $500.
Sometimes being in a place that's been economically depressed since the time of Lincoln has its advantages. Especially when you don't have to live there. Of course, I'm within $50 of paying three times as much rent for my apartment than I did for the (relatively) huge two bedroom house I rented in Natchitoches. But then, that house has probably been condemned by now. It was there that I discovered that dish washing detergent can actually freeze overnight.
One other thing I like about the Louisiana traffic-ticket system: you get 6 weeks to pay your ticket or show up in court. Though I blame that little luxury for the time I spent as a fugitive from the law a couple of years ago when I missed my Houston court date, and ended up having to hire one of those skeevy lawyers that send you mail when you miss a court date and become a fugitive from the law.
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Back in the day, Tasca and I traveled east to help her dad shoot a short film in Nacogdoches. On the way out there I hit a fuckin' car battery that was just sitting in the middle of the road (it was night) and blew out a tire. So we had to limp into Crocket on one of those toy tires, stayed in a flea bitten motel complete with cockroaches and rolled into Nags the next morning. Everything went pretty well the next day (well, not exactly, but no major tragedies), we got the film in the can, I got a real tire and so we headed back to Austin the following morning. And, of course, I got stopped for speeding on the way home--just when we thought we were in the clear. T. blamed the Nader sticker on the back of my car. I'm pretty sure it was under $200 but I did have to endure the indignity of an online defensive driving course!
For the record, yes--that house on Third was demolished when the convention center was built. It still looked strange for it to be gone even after living in Natchitoches for two years...
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