From: uminookie@webtv.net(David
and Vera)
Back in the seventies
my wife Vera, moved over to the French Quarter from Gretna. Not sure
if you were around then Time of the NOLA Express and Good News Acid
undergrounds on the streets Magical Carnival that still paraded through
the Quarters etc. Anyway her allegorical tale is that of swimming across
the river and losing her tail (symbolic for useless social baggage?)
in the process. a rebirth if you will From suburban to hip and psychedelic
consciousness....That would make the river a wellspring of change and
foment! I used to rent a little house down in Lower Algiers back then
and we actually swam in the river quite a bit on hot days (dumb idea)
until my best friend and his cousin drowned one afternoon while I was
tending the Food Coop. If you can use any of this, help yourself!
P.S. In this literary
history vein, My good friend Lula is compiling a series of interviews
about Lu and Charlies a Jazz Nightclub on Rampart St. in the later seventies
which was pivitol (?) in the development of music and race relations
back then....I wonder if any of your readers were around back then and
would be interested in participating....? RSVP Por favour!