Do You Know What it Means to Miss New Orleans

I’ve never been to New Orleans. In fact, it is on my list of top 5 places I do not want to go (even pre-hurricane). Corrupt cops, extremely high crime, hot & muggy… not my ideal vacation. I think I might like being there for mardi gras, seeing as how I really like boobies, but I don’t like big crowds of sweaty, drunk people, so it is a tough call.

I happened to be listening to Louis Armstrong at work, because I’ve listened to just about everything else already, and happened across the following song. Regardless of my feelings about the city, I thought it was appropriate for the people that actually do love this city.

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong
This feeling’s gettin’ stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines
The tall sugar pines
Where mockin’ birds used to sing
And I’d like to see that lazy mississippi
Hurryin’ into spring

The moonlight on the bayou,
A creole tune that fills the air
I dream about magnolias in bloom
And I’m wishin’ I was there