I needed something last night so I went down to the French Quarter. Everything closed and the only ones there were a few police patrols and enough vagrants to resemble a zombie movie. Three small stores were open unless you count the guy on the bike who followed me half a block trying to sell me crack. I felt like Charlton Heston in The Omega Man.
Hey Murphy;
ReplyDeleteNow you need the Convirtable with the Swedish "K" next to you and dodging Methuselah's followers.
Wow! The Quarter is closed, that's gotta be a rare occurrence. We had friends in New Orleans during Camille, according to them, Bourbon Street remained jumping.
ReplyDeleteBe safe, Murph!
ReplyDeleteWow! Stay safe down there.
ReplyDeleteThat's not good news. Be safe.
ReplyDeleteWhat the others said - stay aware, keep the dogs close by, and be prepared for anything.
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