SirKit was in college at Loyola for one semester, in 1975, and that was enough for him to know he'd never want to live and raise a family there. I used to go there for Mardi Gras every year with my aunt and her seven kids and my younger sister. We never had any trouble until the last year we went, in 1971, when I was a senior in high school. My sister and our cousin who is her age, and were Juniors in high school, were going through a crowd trying to find a bathroom, and my cousin was cut on the hand by somebody's knife. We didn't go back after that.
I lived there in 1978, when the police went on strike the week of Mardi Gras. The crime rate went down.