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Boudreaux, Thibodeaux, I dunno

Usually when a hostess calls for “Jones, party of…” a dozen different people named Jones stand in unison. Not on the bayou. I haven’t met another Jones yet. But I have met a Thibodaux (heck, I live there, too), Boudreaux  and a passel of Zeringues. Seriously. […]