Memories of a New Orleans Boyhood

There was more than met the eye in that den of iniquity.

Peter Tonguette

Sitting on my desk is a photograph I took sometime in the mid-1990s. 

I was perhaps 14 when, on what looks to have been a pleasant spring day, I prodded my parents to drive into New Orleans. We lived in Slidell, a suburb north of Lake Pontchartrain (and thus north of New Orleans).