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the Pun (@Editilla) February 02, 2012

I am Sparticus!

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Readers…

As with any publication, SCT gets letters from readers. Here, in an attempt at transparency and some sort of journalistic democracy, we publish almost every letter we receive. We also have it as policy to make any factual corrections and to review any claims of prejudicial coverage and make changes which we feel result in unfair or biased stories.

The nature of this news site is that we regularly ruffle feathers… sometime we just piss people off! That seems to be the case with Charles Leary and Vaughn Perret, owners and managers of the prestigious Trout Point Lodge on the banks of the Tusket River abutting the Tobeatic Wilderness. The pair, and corporate entity behind the lodge, have been engaged in a very public battle regarding assertions that have made that blogs sites, news papers and TV stations have inappropriately connected them to a crooked New Orleans politician under indictment for dozens of charges of corruption, fraud, etc. You can read more about that on this site and on the official Trout Point Lodge blog.

Much of the notoriety in this case has come as a result of the several law suits filed by Trout Point, one of which just resulted in a major damage award.

Leary and Perret have taken great offense at some of my stories and, in an accommodating gesture, I have removed several of them. But they seem to want me not to publish anything about them, especially regarding the law suits they have initiated and the details contained in the court files relating to those law suits. As you may know, these and other public records the life’s blood for reporters. Without them, and depending solely on the comments – or spin, in some cases – provided by story subjects it’s often hard to sort out the bull from the blather.

Again, so my readers can make their own assessment, I’ve printed the latest letter from Leary and company (at bottom) and my reply (just below this. Please let me know at editor@southcoasttoday.ca if you think I have printed anything unfair or incorrect about trout Point Lodge or the lawsuits or the New Orleans Scandal – or the dead puppy.

best,

Timothy Gillespie
Editor

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LETTER TO TROUT POINT LODGE

February 2, 2012

Charles Leary
Vaughn Perret
Trout Point Lodge, Ltd. .

First, congratulations on the outcome from Justice Hood. It does seem, though, an awfully steep price to pay for a ticket into the U.S. court system, but, you have probably done the cost-benefit thing and have the solid backing of investors required for such an undertaking.

Although your letter seems to come from “Trout Point Lodge”, I see that it is personalized, so imagine that one or both of you actually wrote it.

Some comments about your assertions:

1.) Of course, all of my publications are made in my name and freely available on the internet and archiving can be such a rewarding hobby.

2.) I have never posted with a “moniker” on Slabbed or any news blog – ever. All of my comments on that site – and all of the others to which I may have
posted over the years – have my full and true name attached. I am sensing a “glass houses” scenario here, as I strongly sense that is not the case with either of you. I think in your obviously agitated state, you are imagining bogeymen under every bed, but please do not count me among them.

3.) I have no idea what you mean by “chosen” and ‘destiny”. Maybe you are referring to another posting under another “moniker”

4.) Again, if there are factual errors in any of my stories, I welcome any correction (always have, always will).

5.) As for libelous innuendo, that would be for a court to decide.

5.a..) As for your slanderous utterings against me, those are also archived. You know what they are and repeating them here would be pointless. The last time I looked, reckless disregard for the truth applied to all Canadian citizens or visitors.

6.) As for copyrighted images, I do not recall hosting any copyrighted images on any of my sites, but, when time allows, I will review the sites and remove any hyper-links there to any copyrighted images residing on other servers.

7.) I have never “maliciously” passed on emails to Slabbed or anyone else. In fact, I cannot recall doing anything bordering on malicious since I drowned my brother’s little puppy in 1956 in the old well behind grandpa’s farm in rural Manitoba. He cried for days, but never abused me again.

8.) As for your assertion that you “simply” asked for my private emails to Doug Handshoe, that is “simply” laughable on its face.

9.) As for my attendance – or not – at any public court hearings in your – or any other – case, that is “simply”, as Justice Hood so ably reminded you, none of your beeswax.

10.) As for me – or anyone else – reviewing or copying court files – yours or anyone elses – that again (see transcript from Justice Hood) is none of your beeswax and your hysterical assertions about my motives would make a cynical person question your balanced viewpoint on the matter.

11.) Regarding “residual and actual effects”, here I am referencing matters relating to the eventual arrival of the Handshoe matter (according to your most recent news release) in the U.S. courts as a SPEECH Act case. There is no actual or intended insinuation. Google it.

11.) As for rhinos – yellow or otherwise – I haven’t got the faintest clue what you are talking about. But I am intrigued and half suspect that it is a veiled threat of some sort. Like when mom and dad are finished tucking you in, then say… “Did you hear that noise in the closet? Oh, never mind”. Then they turn off the light and shut the door and you lie awake in sheer terror, knowing that there is no one scary in the closet, but also knowing that there is and, if you fall asleep, he will come out, creep over to your bed and do horrible things to you and you won’t be able to scream and if you could your parents couldn’t hear you because they have Barry White turned up so loud it makes your ears want to bleed. Other than that, I have to admit that yellow rhino doesn’t mean anything to me, but you got me hooked here and I’ll probably spendcountless hours today trying to figure it all out.

Wait… maybe this is a game and I’m supposed to ask you something. OK…does River Birch mean anything to you?

As always, it is a genuine pleasure to hear from you. I enjoy our little correspondence tet-a-tet so much and look forward to a continued friendship.

Best regards

Timothy Gillespie
Editor/Publisher
South Coast Today

Please be advised that it is my practice and policy for years to freely publish ANY AND ALL correspondence received from readers, among which, I consider you both some of the most attentive.

BTW, I am presuming that by Mr. Gillespy, you really meant me. If I am in error, as Emily Latella would say, “Never mind”.

P.S.: A confession: When I saw the subject “correction”, I really thought it was a note apologizing, or “correcting” your recent and repeated defamatory remarks against me. Boy, was I wrong, eh?

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LETTER FROM TROUT POINT LODGE

Mr. Gillespy(sic),

We have all of your publications relevant to Trout Point Lodge saved in all versions since 2011. We also have copies of all comments for all of your monikers appearing on the slabbed(sic) blog.

This includes comments made the day before the damages hearing against Doug Handshoe before the Supreme Court of Nova Scotia.

The above includes the comment whereby you expressed and I paraphrase, that you accept being the chosen one by Slabbed and that you could not deny your destiny.

In the recent past we have asked that you be responsible in your representations of facts and events . Yet you continue to misrepresent facts and spread libelous innuendo. We have supplied you with details of your factual failures in the past. We will no longer perform your due diligence for you.

Correct your misrepresentations of facts and your libelous innuendo, and cease and desist from using Trout Point Lodge copyrighted images, or we will have no choice but to pursue all legal remedies available to us.

Trout Point Lodge and its principals deny having published anything about you remotely approaching being defamatory.

On the other hand, you also appear to have defamed us recently in the Slabbed blog. You accused us of spreading “misinformation, lies and innuendo.” You also aided the slabbed blog in its campaign of defamation. You have, according to court officials, copied court documents of the Louisiana Media litigation file. You later passed these same documents onto Slabbed for the purpose of extending the Slabbed defamation. “I have never operated as an “informant” for Slabbed or any other person”.

You maliciously passed on emails sent to you from us regarding the correction of defamatory publications to the Slabbed website to assist in the defamation of Trout Point Lodge and its principals. This illustrates express malice. It is noteworthy that you do not care about the true coverage of a judicial proceeding. You showed up for the hearing which you misrepresented to the world, but did not show up for the judge’s decision.

“I have never intentionally printed false or misleading or defamatory material about the Lodge “. One this isn’t t (sic) true; two, your intentions don´t matter when you act in reckless disregard for the truth. No one has ever intimidated you. We simply requested that you provide copies of the emails exchanged between you and members of the Slabbed Nation, of which you appear to be a member.

“One of the residual – or, in some cases, primary – effects of this serial defamatory action by Leary, Perret and Trout Point Lodge, and perhaps part of their strategy, is to dissuade further coverage of their actions and notoriety.” Once again you are publishing more defamatory innuendo. Consider the context.

Finally, do you know anything about a yellow rhino?

Please immediately correct or remove your publications.

Sincerely,

Trout Point Lodge

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And of course here on Slabbed….

The 4th quarter is here folks. Let’s have some fun while we drain the cesspool.

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the Pun (@Editilla) February 01, 2012

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Update:
SouthCoast Today is reporting the award could be record-breaking. Slabbed stands by all its reporting on Trout Point Lodge and the connections of its owners to the widening scandal in Jefferson Parish.

Update:
The girls claim the damages are $425,000 and they are coming here to collect.

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In the midst of a widening probe surrounding the roiling fraud scandal involving top players in Jefferson Parish, Louisiana, attorney Roy D’Aquila has died in New Orleans, of an apparent heart attack. D’Aquila was the law partner of Aaron Broussard, currently the key figure in the federal investigation, which has resulted in 33-count indictments against Broussard, his ex-wife Karen Parker-Broussard and parish attorney Tom Wilkinson. Broussard, Parker-Broussard and A’Quila have been owners of property and property management firms based in the Trout Point development in East Kempt, adjacent to a popular luxury lodge in the area.

D’Aquila was a fifty per-cent partner in Kempt Wilderness Lodge Services, with a business address at 7 Trout Point Road, adjacent to the Tusket River.

Read more at The SouthCoast Today.

Roy M. D’Aquila died peacefully at his home on Sunday, January 29, 2012 at the age of 57. He was born in New Orleans, LA on April 26, 1954 to his late father Vincent Anthony D’Aquila and his mother Antoinette D’Aquila.

Read more at NOLA.com.

Louisiana Insurance Commish Jim Donelon

How sad that an insurer set up via taxpayer fiat is so against the policyholders it was created to serve.  I’ll add that based upon the last legislative auditor report such a move tells me the Citizens is insolvent. I wonder if they are still running quickbooks? What a joke they are!

And to think just 3 years ago the lit and hallucinating buffoons on the Wall Street Journal Editorial Board were praising Jimbo the Clown and Louisiana Citizens Insurance.

File this one under sold out.

Update:

It did not take the Supreme Court long to bitchslap Jimbo down and make no mistake folks this is all Jimbo the Clown. Even worse, he claims to have more ideas to make this mess worse.  Whadda Clown!

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Today when I go to NOLA I am treated like a rock star.  While I certainly appreciate the showing of gratitude I also am struck by the fact I am no different from anyone else. Yeah, I can bash pretty good but if Katrina taught us anything it was when the chips were down the people of the Gulf South always rose to the occasion.  I am reminded of that today. If memory serves today’s song has appeared  just once in the 4,423 posts and 22,300 comments prior to this one and includes one of our very early taglines that still applies today. Enjoy.

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has. ~ Margaret Mead

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For the third-act and denouement of this dramatic courtroom episode, during the discussions of financial damage awards and level of injunctions sought, Hood seemed more a kindly aunt than a stern justice, as she appeared to be coaching the pair in their demands on the court, which they uncharacteristically seemed muddled and confused about.

When the three appeared to have reached agreement about what was being asked of the court, the session abruptly ended, with Hood inviting the pair back to court the following day to hear her decision.

The entire article at SouthCoast Today is a must read.

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I would like to set the record straight about defamatory comments made by Perret and Leary in the court room, on their Trout Point Lodge blog and other public documents and arenas. I have never operated as an “informant” for Slabbed or any other person, entity, group or business. I do not publish stories from Slabbed, but produce stories based on a variety of sources and, in many circumstances, based upon hours of meticulous research.

I have never acted in collusion or concert with Slabbed or any other publication or publisher. Sharing sources, leads and story ideas is a common practice in the news business and I have no intention of ceasing this age-old practice among colleagues.

Further, my writings about Trout Point Lodge are in no way connected to an affiliation with a former employee of the Lodge. That the pair chose to defame her on their blog and again in court is something which she will have to take up with them.

I have never intentionally printed false or misleading or defamatory material about the Lodge or its owners and have removed any such materials immediately when being advised of any oversight in that regard.

I was – and remain – grossly offended when recently contacted by Mr. Perret requesting that I turn over to him all email correspondence between me and the Slabbed publisher so, according to him, he “could use them in the damages proceedings.” This is a direct intimidation and an a priori invasion of my rights as a journalist.

I admit to being a reader of the Slabbed blog and appreciate that some of its readers also find insight and value in my publishing about the Nova Scotia connection to New Orleans politics.

My news site is not mainstream, but has a loyal readership among citizens here in Southwest Nova Scotia and among the politicos and news makers in Halifax. I have written about major and minor scandals for more than seven years, the results of which have been the firing of corrupt officials and various investigations by the Ombudsman’s office, the RCMP and the provincial government. I am not polite, but am generally on point.

I am hoping that these continued smears and innuendo by Perret and Leary do not dissuade readers – Slabbed nation or not – from appreciating the productive and necessary journalism on my news site – and others like it – and from visiting often.

One of the residual – or, in some cases, primary – effects of this serial defamatory action by Leary, Perret and Trout Point Lodge, and perhaps part of their strategy, is to dissuade further coverage of their actions and notoriety. My cursory reading of the statutes suggest this will not sit well with any U.S. justices who might hear any cases to which they are a party under the Securing the Protection of our Enduring and Established Constitutional Heritage (SPEECH) Act and other U.S. laws which will prevail in their attempts to have a Canadian judgment enforced

I will be contacting my attorney today regarding the appropriate action here vis-à-vis these sinister, snide and dangerous innuendo and smears. Meanwhile, I appreciate your indulgence.

Timothy Gillespie
Editor/Publisher
SouthCoastToday.ca

I again wish to express the condolences of the entire Slabbed Nation to Mrs D’Aquila and family and we pray their pain is assuaged in time.

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The pair testified that they thought that the recent revelations on the Slabbed blog about New Orleans lawyer Roy D’Aquila might have resulted in or contributed to his death yesterday. When the pair complained to the Justice that Slabbed had access to public court documents from Nova Scotia, Hood reminded them that the documents are public records and available for all to see. Perret asked that the Justice clear the courtroom for some of his testimony, which she refused to do.

Leary and Perret testified repeatedly about the contempt which they felt Handshoe had displayed for the Nova Scotia Judiciary and Hood reminded him that the judiciary was not a party to the case.

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Louisiana Insurance Commish Jim Donelon

And folks this is what happens when a clown is elected as Insurance Commish. Heckuva job Jimbo!

I have been informed that the FBI is providing witness protection to certain Slabbed commenters whose privacy was violated by Charles Leary and Vaighn Perret and their Canadian Do Bitch Judge Pierre Muise.

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@SLABBEDblog It's coming . . . !—
Trout Point Lodge (@TroutPointLodge) January 30, 2012

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July 22, 2001 Sunday

Nova Scotia Nirvana;  Trout Point Lodge is rich in Louisiana roots, an hour from the  Evangeline Trail, co-owned by New Orleanians who used to make cheese at the north shore’s Chicory Farm. But it’s decidedly Canadian, an unparalleled wilderness experience in the lap of luxury.

BYLINE: By Millie Ball; Travel editor

SECTION: TRAVEL; Pg. 1

LENGTH: 2229 words

EAST KEMPTVILLE, NOVA SCOTIA — Once a month, from May through October, New Orleans lawyer Daniel Abel catches a flight to Maine and then a boat to Yarmouth, a town at the southern tip of Nova Scotia. By the next morning, Abel has settled into another week-long stay at Trout Point Lodge. It’s his idea of heaven. Others agree, including Food and Wine magazine, which raved about it last month. The 10-bedroom lodge is surrounded by 200 acres of spruce and pine and birch and maple trees and overlooks the Tusket River and a pond that reflects the clouds and skies above Nova Scotia. The interior is Metropolitan Home rustic, with kilim rugs and furniture crafted from tree branches. The comforting smell of earlier fires that crackled in the many fireplaces mingles with fresh scent of spruce logs that were trucked in to build the lodge.

Abel’s one of the owners. He knows how to find Trout Point, which isn’t easy. It’s an hour north of Yarmouth and an hour east of the Evangeline Trail, the heart of Acadian Nova Scotia.

“Go past East Kemptville to East Kemptville Road” — a dirt road, by the way — “then turn at the lodge sign and follow the electrical wires to the end,” said Vaughn Perret, Abel’s business partner with Charles Leary. Perret was talking on a cell phone that kept fading in and out.

Perret and Leary run the lodge, now in its second season, as well as a nearby cheese dairy farm similar to their last project, the north shore’s Chicory Farm, which gained some renown in the mid-1990s. Abel still spends most of his time in New Orleans. He is a partner in plaintiff king Wendell Gauthier’s law firm, working on high-powered cases: the cigarette suit, the mayor’s case again gun makers, and a suit against Nintendo that alleges video games can trigger epilepsy in children.

But in Nova Scotia, the 54-year-old Abel slows way down. He becomes a favorite cousin to people he’s never met, sitting back and chatting between meals. His blue eyes are soft and smiling above a beard most folks would describe as salt and pepper. He wears a white chef’s jacket, unbuttoned at the top and sometimes spattered with remnants of dishes he’s prepared. He teaches guests at the lodge how to make a roux — pushing his reading glasses to mid-forehead as he explains Cajun and Creole food. He cooks a mean duck etouffee. He breathes in the fresh air. He leans over to scratch the lopey puppy Claudius behind the ears and coo, “Who loves you the most?”

Trout Point does that to people.

It’s quiet on the river, and as guests read on the red and blue plaid cushions on the porch lounge chairs, about the only sounds are birds that chirp like canaries and wind that ruffles the leaves, sounding like rain.

Southern Nova Scotia had been depressingly overcast for days before I arrived at the lodge the second week of July. But my first full day here, the glories of summer touted in magazines and movies — but never experienced in New Orleans — – burst forth. It was crisply cool. The sun dazzled, reflecting off the water, bouncing off leaves, rocks, blades of grass, even the tops of wood posts on the porch. Some guests went kayaking and canoeing, although truth be told you can’t go too far in the river because of rocks. Some prefer to drive an hour or so to sea kayak or fish or take a whale watching cruise. Others walk trails. Two physicians from Boston gathered wild mushrooms for Perret to identify. “He’s a born botanist,” said Abel. “Where did you find that one?!” Perret asked the Bostonians, studying a rare mottled orange specimen, leaving it out for other guests to see.

Me? I walked the road and the forest path, although one day big black flies swarmed around my head so fiercely it made me think of the swirl of dirt around Pig Pen in the Peanuts cartoon. Swat. Slap. They seemed to thrive on Off. The next day they were gone.

But mainly I chilled. I’d already taken the whale watch boat and toured the Evangeline Trail, and seen the summertime production of “Evangeline” down the road in Church Point before ending my trip here.

Trout Point Lodge is a place to nestle. After my daily walks, I read. And napped. And sniffed. The pines and the spruce made me think I was in an oversized Christmas tree lot, with lakes. And I tried to figure out the aromas from the kitchen downstairs. Was that a rich broth? Duck? Bread? Yes, that night we ate sublime fish dumplings in a vegetable broth and Abel’s marvelous duck etouffee and, of course, fresh bread.

Taking it easy
Operations at Trout Point are, well, loose. Very. Sometimes it seems more like visiting three guys who have a fabulous place and love to cook than staying in an inn. Those in need of schedules may not do well here, and while a few griped a bit, most guests seemed to agree with Mark, a shoe manufacturer from Kennebunkport, Maine. “We’re on vacation,” he said. “No schedules. I like it.” An information sheet in the room stated dinner was at 8 p.m. About 8:30, guests were all still sipping wine around the fireplaces in the great room and on the porch. “What time’s dinner?” I asked Mark. “They say 9, so I’ll go down about 9:15.” He chuckled. We sat down at 10. Wonderful food accompanied by homemade bread. We ate sweet potato soup seasoned with smoked fish, clams Rockefeller, a green salad, beet greens with a slice of shark — “Are you sure you want to know what it is?” Abel asked when he set down the plate. A retired teacher from Florida just had told us about the shark attack in Destin. She couldn’t eat it, but I was blissfully ignorant of any detailed news — one of the pleasures of a vacation — and thought the shark was tasty, even laughing at myself when I decided it was the texture of a chicken breast, the oldest food comparison cliche of all. We finished with a choice of molten lava chocolate cake with creme anglaise, apricot tart or lemon curd.

The guys, as we came to call the trio, shared in preparing the meals and serving them. Over four nights, as we became friends, their personalities and differences became more evident. The boyish looking Perret, a New Orleans born lawyer who’ll be 42 Aug. 3, has dark hair and doe eyes and is soft spoken, but is the firmly-in-command soul of the lodge, directing pace and aesthetics. Tousled-haired Leary, 35, a native of Oregon who has a doctorate in history and lived in China for a while, stays in the background, cooking and focusing on business details and the cheese production. “I’m not from Louisiana like Vaughn and Abel, so I don’t talk as much as they do,” he says. Both wear below the knee shorts and sandals most of the time, while Abel rarely takes off his chef’s jacket.

They work on whim with what’s best in the markets or what they find themselves in the sea or in fields, creating new dishes or altering familiar ones. Louisiana cookbooks are scattered around the kitchen to inspire personal adaptations of local fare. “People come here to eat; it’s one of the major reasons,” said Perret.

We ate five-course dinners family style, at a long table covered with a cloth and lighted by candles. On either end of the heavily beamed country kitchen style dining room, snapping fires burned in twin granite fireplaces. Edith Piaf sang. Gregorian chants. Rousing symphonies.

Around the table were doctors, lawyers, teachers, professionals who can afford the $300 or so a day it costs per couple, all meals included. One night we talked and ate and talked and ate, and finally, Marsha, a Bostonian who with her husband, runs the oldest art gallery in the country — “dead artists,” he explained — – twirled her napkin like a second liner and announced, “It’s midnight. I’m going to bed.”

“Can we eat earlier?” I asked Perret. He admitted he likes to eat after sunset, almost 10 in the Atlantic Time Zone that’s an hour later than Eastern, but said he’d serve us earlier the next nights. And he did. We sat down around 8:45 p.m. He said we could eat sooner if we wanted.

Lunches are three courses, also served — the salmon-pink steelhead trout almandine was amazing. But one day when I was on food overload, I asked staff member Michelle Hattie if I could have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch and eat on the porch. She laughed, then made one. The staff is down home friendly; Michelle and her husband, James, help where needed. Indispensable Ronnie Harris is all over the place, chopping wood and building fires, including one for the hot tub by the river; Karine and Isabelle, two French-speaking students from Quebec, work as maids so they can improve their English.

The guests. The guys. The staff. A good mix.

Chicory Farm
Perret and Leary met at Cornell University in Ithaca, N.Y. Abel, a native of Lafayette, who grew up working in restaurants, is a longtime family friend of Perret’s. In the early 1990s, they united to start Chicory Farm in Louisiana’s Washington Parish; they grew organic produce, but became better known for their goat cheese and blue cheese, which they sold to restaurants ranging from Commander’s Palace to Gramercy Tavern and Picholine in New York. Abel took a two-year sabbatical from law to run Chicory Farm Cafe, a Creole vegetarian restaurant in New Orleans’ University area.

In 1998, they shut it all down. Perret’s and Leary’s reasons for leaving Louisiana for a while are personal and complicated, as those things tend to be. They already had bought a place in Nova Scotia and they settled again in Ithaca for the winter, when not traveling or working in Costa Rica on their next place. The partners still are debating the format, whether it’ll be for cooking classes like they sometimes hold at Trout Point or a retreat or whatever, but say it should be ready next January, maybe.

They opened the cheese dairy on Nova Scotia’s Chebogue Peninsula, and last summer, the lodge. Their mission is simple: Good eating in a wilderness setting. “I came for the wilderness without camping,” said Marsha, of the Boston art gallery. “I’ve never been anywhere else like this,” said a guest from Maine. “It’s a true retreat.”

Abel is the steadying glue — – and a good evangelist. The guys won’t name names, but the 200 acres have become a haven for some prominent New Orleans and Jefferson residents.

“Mr. Broussard was up here last week with his son,” said a construction worker outside a brand new lakeside home I checked out on my walk. “Mr. Broussard?” “Aaron,” he said, as in Jefferson Parish Council chairman. “This is his house.”

And “Miss Marie’s” house over there, that would be Miss Marie . . . ? Listening carefully to his garbled pronunciation, I came up with “Marie Krantz?” “Yes, that’s her,” he said. As in the Fair Grounds’ Marie Krantz. Wendell Gauthier is an investor, though he’s never been here. New Orleans attorney Peter J. Butler Jr. said on the phone he invested as a 2 percent partner, and plans to visit for the first time next October. “We hope to make money, but if we don’t, I hear it’s a nice place to visit.”

“They counted on us to create something beautiful,” said Perret.

The above is property of the New Orleans Times Picayune. It is published here on Slabbed in its entirety for journalistic and educational purposes under the fair use provisions found in 17 U.S.C. § 107. Slabbed claims no legal rights to the following beyond fair use. ~ sop

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