Torre - NOLA Myths

NOLA Myths

 Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a city. Over the years, this city grew and grew and gained a reputation for itself. People came far and wide to visit and city and see if the myths they heard were true. Doesn't everyone live on a swamp? Well, of course everyone lives on a swamp, where day to day tasks that involved traveling required for one to jump in their air boat and drive to the local grocery store to “make groceries.” There, in that grocery store, is where the truth was discovered about life in this city. As you turned into each isle, there was an abundance of king cakes on the walls, even in July. Next to the king cakes lay ingredients for gumbo, jambalaya, and beignets, seeing as those are the only foods the people of this foreign city eat. If one would turn to their right in this store, an extraordinary voodoo ritual would be going on, naturally. There are even “How to Start a Voodoo Ritual” kits on every shelf. As you proceed to check out, there are usual ghosts of every nature, good or bad, in line that one could chat with while waiting to be checked out- your typical Monday afternoon. After one of these natives to this strange city is done making groceries, their first instinct is to drive their air boat to the French Quarter, or more specifically Bourbon Street. After all, it is Monday, and one must visit Bourbon Street every day of the week. Did you not know that?! But one must return home early- can’t forget to feed the pet alligator! As the sun goes down and night jumps out over Lake Pontchartrain, Cajun lullabies slowly caress each resident of this city into a deep sleep. As the sun rises, this routine repeats itself again. And again.  Everyone from various states knows of this city. It’s New Orleans of course! This is the daily routine of a typical New Orleanian, isn’t it? I’m glad we have those misconceptions about New Orleans straightened out now.

Torre, age 17