Tallahassee to New Orleans

Tallahassee to New Orleans

Tallahassee to New Orleans

When Steve and I started out of Tallahassee we took US Highway 90 west. Interstate 10 was not completed in those days so much of the trip was on 2 lane blacktop highway. But even with these rural roads we made it to New Orleans Louisiana before dinner time. I wish I remembered the people who gave us these rides, but I don’t. I do remember that the people who gave us our ride into New Orleans were also traveling and that they told us of a place where we could sleep that night real cheap. Fifty cents comes to mind as I recollect that this was a true “flop house”. We were able to put our sleeping bags on the floor and sleep with a bunch of guys. This establishment was run by the “Volunteers of America”. This is a non-religious charity organization (how refreshing). No alcohol was allowed on the premises, but they were real tolerant otherwise. There was a curfew.

Steve and I went to Bourbon Street and and had something to drink. I was drinking Cold Duck Wine. That was the night I got my tattoo. I wasn’t really drunk (so I didn’t have and excuse) but I always wanted a tattoo. I figured I’d get a heart on my chest similar to the one on Janis Joplin of Big Brother and the Holding Company had. The tattoo artist said he had spent some time in Tallahassee and I said, “Oh, did you go to FSU?” He said, “No, F.C.I. , Federal Correctional Institution”. I said, “Oh”. So here I am sitting in a tattoo parlor with an ex-con (I don’t know what he was in for) shaving part of my chest with a straight razor. The tattoo only cost two dollars and it is less than a half inch. It has a dark blue outline with a red interior. Today it looks more like a bean than a heart, but having this story has been worth it. ........ Continue

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	Tallahassee to New Orleans Tallahassee to New Orleans When Steve and I started out of Tallahassee we took US Highway 90 west. Interstate 10 was not completed in those days so much of the trip was on 2 lane blacktop highway. But even with these rural roads we made it to New Orleans Louisiana before dinner time. I wish I remembered the people who gave us these rides, but I don’t. I do remember that the people who gave us our ride into New Orleans were also traveling and that they told us of a place where we could sleep that night real cheap. Fifty cents comes to mind as I recollect that this was a true “flop house”. We were able to put our sleeping bags on the floor and sleep with a bunch of guys. This establishment was run by the “Volunteers of America”. This is a non-religious charity organization (how refreshing). No alcohol was allowed on the premises, but they were real tolerant otherwise. There was a curfew. Steve and I went to Bourbon Street and and had something to drink. I was drinking Cold Duck Wine. That was the night I got my tattoo. I wasn’t really drunk (so I didn’t have and excuse) but I always wanted a tattoo. I figured I’d get a heart on my chest similar to the one on Janis Joplin of Big Brother and the Holding Company had. The tattoo artist said he had spent some time in Tallahassee and I said, “Oh, did you go to FSU?” He said, “No, F.C.I. , Federal Correctional Institution”. I said, “Oh”. So here I am sitting in a tattoo parlor with an ex-con (I don’t know what he was in for) shaving part of my chest with a straight razor. The tattoo only cost two dollars and it is less than a half inch. It has a dark blue outline with a red interior. Today it looks more like a bean than a heart, but having this story has been worth it. ........ Continue