Rear exits are supposed to be weird.

My wife and I are taking voice lessons for the first time in our lives, I'am 58 years old. We just had our recital and we sang La porte d'un arrierre and J'ai passe' devant ta porte. I played my accordian and my wife played her guitar. We live in Thibodaux LA. We were blown away that no one there had ever seen a live performance of Cajun music. Oh, did I mention my wife is from Portland OR. and she can sing in Cajun french.

I can relate to this. I had the same problem when I went to Philadelphia and asked about where to get real cream cheese.

I was in the Lafeyette tourist info place in 1994. A French lady ( from France, that is) was asking the staff where she could find a bar where a Cajun music program was broadcast live on Saturday mornings.
No-one had a clue about it.
It took a furriner (yours truly) to tell her to go to Fred's.

BJ

Now THAT'S funny! I've been known to ask Parisians "Is there REALLY a place in France where the women where no pants?" But then, I'm more than a bit wonky . . .

That's funny Jamey! Well, at least I can proudly say I live in a city where women wear THE pants and a popular U.S. president was assassinated. It's also known for that truly exellent 80's television series featuring J.R.

Most tourist come here to see where the TV show was filmed (amazing how big it looks on the screen), and most of the furriners are looking for tumbleweeds, cactus, cowboys, and cattledrives. None of those things exist within a hundred miles from here.

Big D tourists also have a strange fixation on the downtown block where Kennedy was shot. You can drive by the book depository at almost any time of day or night and find someone walking around that area, taking photos, and piecing together their own conspiracy theory.

What I do for fun? I like to scatter spent 6.5 mm ammo casings on the grassy knoll... grab a forty of Bud Ice, then park... and sit back and watch the fun.

R!CK