The Cousin in New Orleans
The Christian kids were following me long before I knew it. It's true that I was distracted by many things. It was my first trip to New Orleans, in the early '70s, and I found it delightful. I often rode the streetcar, which made me feel like I was inside a giant pinball machine with all its bells and whistles.
Views of stately homes, hanging Spanish moss and green, green lawns completed the feeling of being in another realm. Well, I was in another state, having arrived from California about a month before. Before that, I'd been on the commune in Colorado, where I'd eventually return. But now I was in love with New Orleans.
I went often to the French Quarter to people-watch and listen to the music, all kinds of wonderful music. I never saw the other side of the Mississippi; it was foggy every time I tried. I also went to Tulane University, to sit in the student union and feel more at home.
Probably about now I sho