My mom is from New Orleans. And by from, I mean she was born there, and then moved around a bunch (pastor's kid and all) and then returned to NO for high school.
She frequently laments that she raised "a bunch of damn yanks," but don't tell her I told you.
And I knew my mom was a big fan of southern hospitality, and that she still wants to move back there, but I never realized how much her love of the city was a part of me until Brett Will Taylor wrote this article. Mom sent me the link (surprise) and I click it to peruse, as usual, and suddenly I'm reading it thinking ... yep... me too... wow, weird.
I have a lot of fragmented thoughts in my head, but it usually takes some kind of external stimulus for those thoughts to present themselves as a coherent, concrete idea. This was one of those times. I was raised in New Orleans ... I just had the misfortune to be living in other places.
Caveat: I don't know about #7. But then, I've never actually met a pit bull.
Weird. #7 I mean. I just bought a pit bull, and he is pretty great. You should come meet him sometime. :)
ReplyDeleteI was raised with pieces of this (10 and 4 especially). Not because my mum is from New Orleans, but because she desperately wishes she was. There's like a hereditary obsession with the place. I'll move down there with you someday :)
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