You know what you can do in New Orleans? You can walk down the street, walking a dog that is not yours, drinking a beer in a koozie, wearing purple pants, at sunset, like a civilized human being, amen. These days, more than I’ve ever felt like I really live in New Orleans. Mostly because my neighborhood is the real real New Orleans deal (no tourist busses drive through), my neighbor called me ‘baby’ in her slow southern drawl, and we acknowledged our shared humanity as she encouraged a jogger running down the street like he was running a marathon for one.
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