Monday, August 29, 2005

New Orleans Ladies



New Orleans ladies
A sassy style that will drive you crazy
And they hold you like the light
Hugs the wick when this candle's burning
Them Creole babies
Thin and brown and downright lazy
And they roll just like a river
A little wade will last forever


I remembered Hurricane Betsy in '64, then Hilda in '65. Betsy knocked over a very large pecan tree into the boys room and basement. We had about a month of Pirates of the Caribean in the back yard, until the tree was chopped up and removed.

In '69, my Dad and all of us finished a pier in Bay St. Louis in August, only to see Camille leave only the pile-ons. The thing I remember most was being able to play football in our own domed stadium, St Clare Catholic Church. Camille ripped all of the walls off but left roof of the church. One day Father kicked us out in biblical fashion (like Jesus on donkey and the merchants).

All the way
From Bourbon Street to Esplanade
They sashay by...
They sashay by...


Now the latest lady to pay her visit, Katrina, has come calling. Reports are that much of New Orleans is under water.

Tim emailed from Lafayette that his family and Dad are safe. He will be checking on Julie and family, his own house, Julie's house and Dad's house. No report of damage to Davey's house in Madison. At home in Brandon we only lost a couple of trees, although about ten trees have fallen next door.

New Orleans ladies
A flair for life, love, and laughter
And they hold you like the night
Holds a chill when this cold wind's blowing
Them Creole babies
They strut and sway from dusk til dawn
And they roll just like the river
A little wade will last forever


All the way
From Bourbon Street to Esplanade
They sashay by...
They sashay by...