Stranger said:
My parents went to see the Bears defeat Tennessee in the Sugar Bowl on January 1st, 1957.
He said the merchants in New Orleans said the Baptist's came to town with the Ten Commandments and a ten-dollar bill and didn't break either one.
Maybe things will be different this time.
I love it! My Dad was a Baptist pastor for 50 years, and when I was a kid, the Southern Baptist Convention was in Nola. One night, after the big keynote address, we were stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic that seemed like it was going to last forever, and Dad had the windows down, because he didn't want to risk our Plymouth Fury overheating with the A/C on, as we just sat there. The Nola cops seemed to be very nice, professional, and courteous, and we happened to be stuck right next to one particularly big cop with a heavy Cajun accent, so Dad struck up a conversation, with him, which he seemed eager to engage, and enjoyed. He knew why we were there, obviously, and he very quickly told Dad that he was Catholic, and there was a good bit of very good natured ribbing back and forth, with a healthy dose of respect both ways, and that was one of the lines that the cop used on my Dad, who was a 1957 graduate, btw.
Several minutes later, there was a fair amount of chatter on the radio in his cruiser, which we couldn't make out, but he immediately went over to listen to, and respond. When he came back over by our car, Dad asked him if everything was all right, to which he grinned from ear to ear, and replied, "Just fine, pastor. I think we're about to get y'all movin' so y'all have a great rest of your evenin'!"
Three to five minutes later, the cops, in concert started routing all the traffic we were in toward the French Quarter, and right down Bourbon Street, all with big smiles, at around 10:30 or 11:00 at night! I saw a lot of things on Bourbon Street that night, but I sure didn't see Bob Harrington, the self-proclaimed Chaplain of Bourbon Street!
