Gurls was Full

[MathGeek]

Oh C'mon guys, Orleans is not the only place this happens. When I was 10, my first driving lesson was on my way home from a duck hunt in Cameron Parish after my dad had a few too many beers. Come to think of it my first beer was in the same hunting camp. The camp was a few hundred yards from the gulf near just 200 yards or so west of the ship channel. My dad simply asked if I wanted to drive the red Ford Econoline van, and I said, "Sure!" Hwy 27 was pretty lonely in those days and I think I made it to Hackberry before my dad thought there was too much traffic for me to continue.

I know it's not 1977 anymore, but there are a lot of boondocks in Louisiana, and I'm sure we've all seen and participated in our share of vehicular folly.