* Some people stopped reading the previous blog after the photo of the combo. Always be sure to click on read more to continue reading the full article.
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I have to admit that I planted a “teaser” in my last blog by mentioning a beautiful dancer I met on
Bourbon Street in . That was to keep you reading. Actually there’s not much to that story, but I have to admit that I still remember “Sugar Cane.” With a name like that, you know she’s not a ballet dancer. New Orleans
True - she wasn’t a ballet dancer by any stretch, but she was gorgeous and I was still a teenager. “Miss Cane” would spot me in the club and come over and dance just for me, although I think the audience was enjoying it too. If I was sitting at the bar, she would climb up on the bar and dance for me there. Although I was embarrassed, I enjoyed it and thought I was in love. I became a regular at the club despite my buddy Steve’s efforts to divert my attention to some good jambalaya in a Creole restaurant.
There was also a famous dancer named “Lilly Saint Claire (I think),” who blessed me with her attention and a signed photo of her that I didn’t want my parents to see. I’m not sure of the name, but she was known as “The Cat Lady.” All of that sounds exciting, but it didn’t amount to anything more than what I’ve described. Sad, but true.
I was a bashful kid when it came to women. That trait kept me out of trouble on many occasions in
. I would leave Sugar Cane to dance for someone else and I’d find some good old fashioned Dixieland Jazz to wash over me like a cold shower. That always brought me back to my first love - music. New Orleans
The food was great in
. I remember eating tons of fresh oysters in oyster bars all over the French Quarter and tasting some delicious Creole dishes in small restaurants off the main drag. Steve and I rented a place a short distance from the action and took a trolley car most places. Riding that trolley past those southern homes and the unique architecture with the French influence was exhilarating. New Orleans
I could describe the trip Steve and I made across the country, finally arriving home, but frankly, with the exception of a few high points, it was not particularly exciting from what I remember. I do remember driving forever across
after three days without sleep. The manager of one of the casinos in Vegas picked us up in a very fancy car and was too tired to drive the whole way, so I drove. I fought falling asleep at the wheel and basically aimed the car between nods, while Steve and the manager slept. Texas
My next trip to
was for a Super Bowl many years later and that was much different. New Orleans
By the way, I wonder what pretty “Little Miss Sugar Cane” looks like now. That’s a scary thought!
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series will be found in the archives under “When I Was a Kid”- New Orleans