I'm in Baton Rouge??

Yeah, it wasn't on my route...  80+ miles yesterday got me to Easleyville, Louisiana, despite a flat tire which I took mostly in stride.  I waited out big rain this morning at my campground, and had my sites on an easy 45 mile day.  About an hour down the road I had another flat rear tire.  This time a broken valve stem, unfixable.  No biggie, I had bought a spare tube in Pensacola.  Got that one loaded up and made 5 minutes before it blew out.  Defective tube, unfixable...checkmate.  Nothing to do but thumb for a ride.  My advice... don't lose it in rural Louisiana, 'cause noone will pick you up.  Finally stashed the bike in the woods and started walking.  Found a farm down the road a piece.  These people were angels.  The lady (whose name I don't recall but will find...) called almost everyone she new in East Feliciana Parish to try and get me a tube.  There just wasn't one to be had.  My idea was to get a cab from Jackson (about 15 miles west).  She told me the nearest cab was in Baton Rouge, an hours drive away.  So, she called her son Josh who was running fence somewhere deep into their several thousand acre farm.  He loaded up his ATV on the trailer, headed back to the house, picked me up, picked up my bike and took me to Baton Rouge, the nearest bike shop. 
  Neither of them would let me pay them for their time or gas.  I'm so thankful for these kind people.  After every contingency plan failing, and an hour of unsucessful hitching, their kindness and suggestions were so welcome I nearly cried.  Josh offered to wait for me at the bike shop to make sure I got safely to a hotel.  He told me his last name, but in my confusion I forgot it before I could write it down.  (Josh, if you make it to this site, please send me an e-mail to anderso.carl@gmail.com ).
  So, that's how I spent my Monday.  Not sure, but I might hang in B.R. again tomorrow, work up an exit plan and avoid some more rain.  Cheers everyone!