...been there but bringing about the re-emergence of Mystic Pig into the light has made me desperately want to visit NOLA. Through Nat I've come to feel a little of the pulse of the French Quarter; with Willie I've caught beads from parades and punched fat, white-trash bigots in the privates; with Bart I've hung out at Lake Pontchartrain. I've wandered along Carrollton, slinked down St Charles, chilled on Napoleon; I've seen UNO play Auburn at the Lakeside Arena and been slapped down by the Head of Morgan Heights with Marti. So I'm finding myself checking the news constantly and just hoping that the Crescent City gets through Gustav. My thoughts are in Louisiana today.
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