I first landed at MSY -- the New Orleans airport -- about ten o'clock at night after a day flying around the Eastern US and due for an nine ayem meeting in Gulfport. MS the next morning. Rather than drive to Gulfport and hope a motel would have a kitchen still serving at 11 pm, I decided to see if anything in town was open.
I parked a few blocks off Bourbon Street and the first thing I saw was a drunk dancing with a mounted policeman's horse.
Thus was born a great love.