As a native New Orleanian, I can't help but fear for the city of my birth and my ancestors since the mid-1700's because of Katrina. Even though I live far away now, my heart will always be there...as are my thoughts and prayers.
Here's one man's simple prayer for this beautiful city and her wonderful people: be safe, help each other and keep the faith.
And, a double-dose of "gris-gris" on any idiot who tries to make a direct correlation on the fun of the French Quarter and "God's retribution for having that fun." May Marie LaVeau infest his privates with mudbugs!
Bartender! Another round of Hurricanes from Pat O's for my friends to wash down a fistful of "Lucky Dogs" from that cart at the corner of Bourbon and St. Peter! Then, maybe a visit down to Esplanade to the "Port O' Call" restaurant for some gourmet burgers while the best jukebox anywhere pumps out the hits!
God bless ya, N'Awlins...you're one of a kind.
Here's one man's simple prayer for this beautiful city and her wonderful people: be safe, help each other and keep the faith.
And, a double-dose of "gris-gris" on any idiot who tries to make a direct correlation on the fun of the French Quarter and "God's retribution for having that fun." May Marie LaVeau infest his privates with mudbugs!
Bartender! Another round of Hurricanes from Pat O's for my friends to wash down a fistful of "Lucky Dogs" from that cart at the corner of Bourbon and St. Peter! Then, maybe a visit down to Esplanade to the "Port O' Call" restaurant for some gourmet burgers while the best jukebox anywhere pumps out the hits!
God bless ya, N'Awlins...you're one of a kind.