Reflecting on our first 6 months in New Orleans, I have noted several major differences between this city and Des Moines, from whence we came.
Our kids have noted these curiosities: the accent (which, actually in many ways sounds like a New Yawk accent), the insanely ubiquitous Saints football team, the ubiquitous “Mary Statues” in yards and in local businesses, and that adults often call other adults, “babe.”
For me, two recent events highlighted the difference.
1. I was talking to someone about a High School football game in the area, and the person said: “The parents at Rummel are faithful fans. They even braved a 40 degree wind chill.”
A 40 degree wind chill.
2. I was working our parish festival in October (too fun!), and the Saints were playing the Falcons. They had wide screen TVs everywhere showing the game, but I could not see anything as the TVs were too far from the pizza bar I was manning. But I knew the game was over, and the Saints had won, when suddenly the music playing stopped and everyone — hundreds of people — started singing in perfect unison (as if on cue) this song:
I said to myself: We’re not in Iowa anymore.