NEW ORLEANS December, 1977
I flew to New Orleans and took a Greyhound to Houston. New Orleans is different! It is like a little piece of Europe. I saw the Dueling Oaks in City Park. Duels were fought there. It was also in this park that I beheld the Tutankhamen exhibit. These pieces were discovered by Howard Carter in Egypt's Valley of the Kings in 1922. They are over 3000 years old, but many look amazingly contemporary.
I met a masseuse from San Francisco. She massaged my neck and shoulders. We saw the exhibit together and sat on the floor like 2 hippies. We left the park on a city bus. When we got to my stop, I kissed her and jumped off the bus. It was like a movie!
Canal Street is the main thoroughfare in New Orleans. Old street cars run along it. Creoles stroll down its sidewalks. Creoles are a blend of French and Spanish with dark eyes and olive complexions. On the far side of Canal Street lies the French Quarter (Vieux Carre). Within its confines runs the renowned Bourbon Street. Dixieland jazz pours from the barrooms. Strip joints abound! Tourists and local artists loiter at Jackson Square. The French Quarter runs for several blocks. I felt like I was living in the days of Napoleon. Leaving New Orleans, I crossed Lake Pontchartrain.
HOUSTON December, 1976
I crossed the Mississippi River for the first time at Baton Rouge. My dad and I traveled through Mississippi on his truck. We broke down outside Houston and flew back to Louisville on New Year's Eve. Buck Simpson came for the truck. I sensed the difficulty of my dad's job.