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Originally Posted by DonDavis
Seems like all I did was sweat 24x7.
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In high humidity in the South, I sweat like a Redneck writing a love letter...old joke but in my case the truth.
New Orleans is a Tale of Three Cities, really: Locals, tourists and the really wealthy. I have seen all three.
My favorite New Orleans story is going there for a Saints game in the mid-80's. A friend of a bunch of dudes I flew with went to college with an offensive lineman for the Saints in those days and we all rallied in NO for a game around, it has been a minute, the Thanksgiving time frame..
There were plenty of tickets but we got side line passes in the deal...very cool to see the stands from the field.
One of the guys with us, an A-7 pilot (this was the 80's) decided after the game and well into inebriation, to go solo in search of a lovely.
His recounting of his night was priceless: "Two girls locked me up, said all the right things and we headed off to their place. We were laughing and giggling right up until I got punched in the back of the head and rolled..."
He got a new call sign from the other two jet guys in the group: "Tootsie"...as in Tootsie Roll.
To his credit, he was unbowed and tried to borrow money to get back in the hunt.