It was the first Mardi Gras after Katrina and, we did not know at the time, our last before heading to Penn State. Our departmental staff assistant had a house right on St. Charles and so we joined our colleagues there every year for the parades. One little girl was […]
New Orleans
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Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans I miss it both night and day I know that it’s wrong… this feeling’s gettin’ stronger The longer, I stay away Miss them moss covered vines…the tall sugar pines Where mockin’ birds used to sing And I’d like to see […]