Whistling Dixie

. . Turning east took us on a trek along the Gulf Coast. This area was likely the most unusual for us. Alligators, armadillos, and bugs galore. Big bugs. I mean the kind that could easily eat me, unless I ate him first.................................. Pensacola, Florida, home of our Blue Angels, and the pearly white sands of the beaches. Strange foods, swamps, blue lagoons, paddle wheelers, and humidity. Through Georgia, Alabama, and Mississippi. Finally New Orleans; the most bizarre of them all. .................................... A tour of Tulane University to visit my freshman basketball star nephew. Bourbon Street was loaded with weirdoes, some right out of the swamp. But nice, easy going, folk seemingly had not a care in the world. That probably explained the lack of progress they have made to their Hurricane Katrina ravaged homes. Ballads, Blues, and Boasters could be heard through out the town. Daiquiri toting folk. Voodoo masks and easy chairs galore..................................................................... Not for me, but a place one has to see to believe! .