[Liberty Wins]

This is for you New Orleans freepers.

In 1988 I was in New Orleans for the Republican Convention and got lost. It wasn't my fault, though, the desk clerk told me to take the "Nawlins" exit! Honest. I even asked him to repeat it several times because it was such a strange-sounding name. Of course, he couldn't pronounce it "Noo Or-leens" like regular people so like an idiot I just kept driving and driving looking for the exit spelled "Nawlins," until I ended up across the river in the public housing section of town and had to ask directions from a guy who worked inside a fortress-like glass cage at a very scary gas station. Except for that, and the suffocating humidity, "Nawlins" is a fun town.

[fat city]

"Nawlins" is a fun town.

Believe me, the novelty wears off real fast.

[Muleteam1]

LOL! Funny! I worked with a local fellow who, between my east Texas accent and his "Nawlins" accent, almost needed an interpreter to talk to me. A typical conversation usually began with a blank stare between us until we could get our internal translators working. Regarding Cajuns, I recall being shocked to learn that the typical Cajun can communicate quite well on French ships.

My best Nawlins story is, however, the fact that years after leaving Louisiana I learned that one of my great great great grandfathers in North Carolina built many, if not most, of the American muskets used at the Battle of New Orleans.

"Nawlins" is indeed a very interesting place. However, it is a tough place to have a young family which I did when I was there.

Muleteam1