It ain't me, babe..

New Orleans, where anything can happen if it already hasn't, home of the Billy Chapman of the alternate universe. I should have gone to see the boy but I am sure something else distracted me. Going to Nawlins to shoot a Triple A all-star game in 1999, it became my first trip that I actually did something beside shoot games. A revelation that, hey, Brainiac, this is fun brought me back there several more times, usually at Christmas.
One day, I will be back. I hear the Lucky Dogs calling....

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