After my post about LSU football I found this article written by Chris Rose, a columnist for the New Orleans newspaper, The Times Picayune. The article was featured in this blog. It helps explain my heritage with humor and color. I hope you enjoy....and the blog is host to a wealth of New Orleans tidbits! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was scheduled to post this and then life interrupted with my Sweethearts's dang Rock that lodged in his innards. The blog I found this on is called Seersucker and Sazeracs; linked above. I was quite taken by the title as those are two words that remind me of my wonderful Father. So without any more delay I present to you in words I only wish I could have said better.
Dear America, I suppose we should introduce ourselves: We're South Louisiana... You probably already know that we talk funny and listen to strange music and eat things you'd probably hire an exterminator to get out of your yard. We dance even if there's no radio. We drink at funerals. We talk too much and laugh too loud and live too large and, frankly, we're suspicious of others who don't... we love South Louisiana with a ferocity that borders on the pathological. Sometimes we bury our dead in LSU sweatshirts... The only way you could understand that is if you have been there, and so many of you have. So you realize that when you strip away all the craziness and bars and parades and music and architecture and all that hooey, really, the best thing about where we come from is us. We are what made this place a national treasure. We're good people. And don't be afraid to ask us how to pronounce our names. It happens all the time... But don't pity us. We're gonna make it. We're resilient. After all, we've been rooting for the Saints for 35 years. That's got to count for something. OK, maybe something else you should know is that we make jokes at inappropriate times. But what the hell - Chris Rose, Times-Picayune columnist