2000: New Orleans, Louisiana
We stayed deep in the French Quarter at a lovely hole called the Mazant house. There we made friends with Burly who held a strong affection for older women. I would like to say that he sampled everything that we let him.
Thanksgiving dinner was held at the near by "Country Club" were there was no golfing, just a little ball play at the pool. I have to say the it was one of the best meals that I can remember but we had to leave as the locals became "friendly", brave, or drunk, you pick.
Russel, the local in question was a little eager to find a partner to play pool with. After a number of propositions no one person felt "special" enough to take him up on the offer.
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