I've always enjoyed visiting Louisiana, though I always kept my head on a swivel in New Orleans or Baton Rouge. I had to support a plant in Marrero (just outside N.O.). Wow! The stories around that place! One of the old foremen there used to carry a cattle prod with him because of the crew inside the plant, and a gun when he was outside the plant. There were a bunch of little "shotgun" houses that backed up to the fence line on one side, and it was a 3rd World back there.
Eh, it’s always been that way. Lived up the river in LaPlace in the 70s and early 80s. Worked at a beer distributor one summer while I was in college making deliveries to these shotgun houses in Reserve where you could literally get a liquor license and sell out of your house.
Talk about having your head on a swivel. Fortunately the driver I was with was black and had my back. I did carry a nice fix blade with me though.
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