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Crawfish Season

The first time I arrived in Houston, my brother visited me from Florida. We went to the Ragin' Cajun for crawfish.

Tonight I invited a fellow conference delegate to crawfish dinner. He was the first person I met who also ate the heads. So a bucket of crawfish was just enough for the two of us.

Over dirty hands and succulent dinner, we learned that there's more than meets the eye. He was not the typical trader or the typical risk manager I usually meet. Perhaps, there isn't a typical type if I only bother to get to know them beyond professional conversation.

Or perhaps, it requires sharing something as personal as crawfish indulgence to get beyond shop talk.

16 May 2001