tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448610727525586046.post828552464747912767..comments2023-06-11T07:19:00.654-07:00Comments on Euler Not Venn: State Project: LouisianaSally Bridgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04888582125823088850noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448610727525586046.post-59947065180219190682016-03-31T04:41:03.862-07:002016-03-31T04:41:03.862-07:00This one gives me chills.This one gives me chills.Indigo Buntinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11387698096732697805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448610727525586046.post-8648840226645366502016-03-30T16:19:13.889-07:002016-03-30T16:19:13.889-07:00Louisiana is being about 13 and walking down Bourb...Louisiana is being about 13 and walking down Bourbon St. where the barkers quickly close the doors so the little kids can't see the strippers. People drinking Hurricane Punch as they walk down Bourbon St. Louisiana is ancient cemeteries and wondering why your parents took you there to see graves of people who are not related to you and not wanting to be there. It's going to a convent on the trolley to visit Sister Merry Christmas (Mary Noel) and finding out that the nuns slept in former slave quarters. It's Grand Isle where we pigged out on fresh shrimp that still had their heads on and purchased straight off the boat. It's spending days on the beach and in the Gulf of Mexico and only getting slightly sunburned when my big sister was so sunburned she couldn't take her swimsuit off. It's walking on a shell path and not through the grass. If you walk through the grass the mosquitoes (which are the size of sparrows) jump on you to get a ride inside because they are too lazy to fly. Louisiana is where my first love lived (I was about 7 when I fell in love with an older man (He was probably in his 20's) It's good memories of family vacations.<br /> Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12428796573688271283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448610727525586046.post-41627007891101343912016-03-30T07:08:11.929-07:002016-03-30T07:08:11.929-07:00Slightly different but still kind of the same. I k...Slightly different but still kind of the same. I knew your Louisiana would beat mine. If I'd been an adult in TX...nope. Yours would still smell worse and be more dangerous.Sally Bridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04888582125823088850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1448610727525586046.post-26543049093853413952016-03-30T07:02:30.731-07:002016-03-30T07:02:30.731-07:00Louisiana is the only place I have been shot at. L...Louisiana is the only place I have been shot at. Louisiana is throw up all over me from a strange lady from iowa. Louisiana is the best cup of coffee, best steak, best hotdogs I have ever had. Louisiana is an amazing ww2 musuem. Louisiana is being 18 in a casino learning how to play poker with a fake id. Louisiana is waffle house money in the glove box so you don't leave lake Charles broke AND hungry. Louisiana is hiding from a gunman in a 15 passenger van with 15 passengers. Louisiana is watching Michigan and Virginia Tech play in the sugar bowl because your team lost. Louisiana is a 45 minute flight away. Louisiana is a 40% spike in the murder rate of Houston when kachina drove the criminals down I-10. My Louisiana is slightly different than yours, but still kind of the same. Oh, and Louisiana smells bad.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com