On the way to an Italian American Parade in the historic French Quarter on a packed street car...
Bobby, Laurie and I were standing in the back doing the street car rock and roll.
You rock to the left as the car starts up and roll to the right as it sways alone the tracks.
This rhythm soothes many as heads nod to the same beat.
As the car stopped at Jackson Avenue, we heard applauds from the front of the car. It grew louder. Unable to see the source of this unusual response, we looked around heads and saw a bride and groom rocking along the center of the crowd!
Full gown and tuxedo.. He said, "I don't know why her father followed me with the shotgun; I did marry her."
' gotta love this city.
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