Few people know or realize that I was born in New Orleans. We left there when I was three or four, which is why I pretty much consider myself a Texas girl. We didn't really live the "French Quarter" lifestyle...didn't even really go there much. My mother does tell the story that I loved Mardi Gras until I got hit in the face with a string of beads, and then wanted nothing to do with the parade.
I had a long, somewhat ranting entry, but I deleted it. I was pointless...just read this article I found this morning.
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