It felt as if it came from out of no where, right after saw this black man from Sewage and Water
Call him ghetto, hood or whatever but I say he used his creative wit to be fully prepared to float
Good morning, typically Im not waken by the rain, after hearing the press from Sewage and Water Board Im feeling
I highly recommend coming into the community, stop in a corner store or gas station order a po-boy, a few pounds of crawfish and grab a couple of beers, go back to the Quarters, go on the levee and enjoy your good eats and beautiful scenery. Don’t forget some newspaper and napkins..
Only in the Nola you can take a lil evening walk to the neighborhood corner store, thats still open
I just love New Orleans rain, the smell & sound reminds me of my childhood. My Mom wld actually
I never wld hv thought I wld be laying in bed on rainy afternoon listening to the not so soft
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As it stands today, well in my eyesight and on my palette, New Orleans has turned into a water-down bowl of Gumbo. It’s actually not Gumbo in some restaurants here anymore, but the wild peasant and alligator sausage soup as one tourist informed me she was served when she asked for New Orleans Gumbo… Where they do that at? It seems in this new place soon to be New New Orleans. It’s not Gumbo anymore, it’s soup, and you can get that at any grocery store in the world. Somethings have changed, modified, removed from New Orleans Culture when they start messing with the Gumbo…