[rockinqsranch]

Wife and myself were there just before Christmas of 1995. We couldn’t wait to get back home. It seemed to us that basically was a town where they all got drunk, stayed drunk, and it smelled like a Septic with the lid off. No such fond memories of N.O. as the young lady wrote of.

[JesusBmyGod]

It seemed to us that basically was a town where they all got drunk, stayed drunk, and it smelled like a Septic with the lid off. No such fond memories of N.O. as the young lady wrote of.

I remember taking my parents on a tour of the French Quarter. It's sort of like driving through the worst slum of any big city in America, only worse. There were winos passed out in the street, hookers, drug dealers, and garbage was strewn about everywhere. The smell was overwhelming, and it was 10:00 in the morning. Why anybody would choose to live there is beyond me. There are other swamps in America that at least give you a fighting chance for survival.

[50sDad]

As a straight, caucasian, up-tight Midwesterner, I have never gotten the lure of NO, nor understood the whole Marti Gras thing. Sooooooo, you have a celebration of sin in full Golden Calf proportions to make up for swearing off dounughts for forty days? Voodoo? The thin veneer of civilization planted in a flood-plain swamp, which, when outside funding drys up, overnight goes from this supposedly artisian utopia to Night of The Living Dead? And because I live a normal life and work for a living, my taxes are supposed to pay for repairing the infrastructure, not of my home town, but of a city which insists on being planted where a city shouldn't survive?

Suppose my neighbor built his home in the path of a old railroad. Trains don't come by often, but sooner or later, BAM! A train goes through his living room, destroying everything. The insurance company says, "hey, fire and earthquate, sure, but we TOLD you a train runs through there!" They're not paying. So my neighbor comes to me and says, "be a sport and build me a new house." I might get a hundred people together to volunteer their time out of Christian charity; I could try to convince Sears to give them beautiful new appliances, I possibly would give of my own pocket to see that they were in out of the cold. But you know, I definitely wouldn't be such an idiot as to help them rebuild the house right on the same railroad tracks.

[Arrowhead1952]

Wife and myself were there just before Christmas of 1995. We couldn’t wait to get back home. It seemed to us that basically was a town where they all got drunk, stayed drunk, and it smelled like a Septic with the lid off. No such fond memories of N.O. as the young lady wrote of.

My wife and I spent a week in NOLA back in the early 80 era. The only thing I remember about that city, was the drunks and hookers on the street at any and all hours of the day. I think there were more drunks and hookers there than in Vegas.

We got "lost" in the bad area of the city and had our doors locked the entire time. I finally got on a street that ran close to the Superdome and we got back close to the river. That was the last time I'll ever go to that city.

[wtc911]

Yep, I made two trips. One @ 1986 for business which was ok. The other to visit my wife's cousin, a Doctor in an upscale area barely touched by Katrina. This was eight months before the storm.

I was a cop in NYC in the early seventies when the city was as dangerous as everyone thought it was. Walking around NOLA in 2005 felt just like NYC at its lowest.

[swain_forkbeard]

You did not go to the right places and do the right things. Bourbon Street is one big smelly tourist trap.