I was thrilled when my big brother left for college in 1977.
Two reasons: (1) I didn't have to share the bathroom with him anymore and (2) I could visit him as much as possible and during his freshman year at LSU, he lived in the athletic dorm. Oh my god, those jocks were a smorgasboard of hottie-ness!
So I spent many a foggy weekend in the late '70s and early '80s prowling the steaming sidewalks of the French Quarter with my bro and his sweaty friends.
Those were halcyon days, my friends.
God bless N.O. May she rise again.
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