Sunday, October 9, 2011

Well, I'm here

I have trouble remembering life before New Orleans. Everything from my past life in New Jersey seems almost like it happened to someone else, someone who led a boring, unfulfilled existence. Looks like I am becoming a resident, worker and member of the French Quarter. As I walk to work down the same streets in the morning, I pass and get a nod from those hosing off the previous night from the sidewalk. The Batista at my favorite CC coffee shops no longer wait for me to order, they just hand me my large dark roast. 



This blog is a "sequel" to my last one, From The Jersey Shore To the Big Easy. The Jersey shore is history, The Quarter is where my future lies among the awe struck tourists and empty handgrenade cups.

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