My Neighbor’s name is Dead Eye

When I first arrived in New Orleans, it was about 9 O’Clock at night. We own our own fifth wheel camper so finding a place to stay was easy. We camped at the track that night. The next day, after preparing for the horses arrival we went to check out our new ‘home’ or place to park our home on wheels at least. After the recommendation of our friend Mindy, we decided the safest place to park was at ‘Floor De Lis’. Get this, its three story building that sells flooring and printing products. ‘Where does the campground part come in?’ you might be thinking. The campground is on the roof of the building. No Joke. Three stories up, we park our camper and that is our home. No shit. Considering the racetrack is in a kind of ghetto part of town, three stories up is probably the best place to be.  But check this out- it has an excellent view of the NOLA skyline…

 

The view from my house in New Orleans

 

So anyways, we pull in and start to set up ‘house’ a.k.a. camp. The first gentleman we meet is Pat, who is a really nice guy and owns the building. From NOLA and genuinely interested in people. Any who… the second person we meet is our neighbor.  ” Hi YA’LLLL the name’s Dead Eye. Pleased to meet ya’ll”. Never thought I’d have a neighbor, on a roof, named Dead Eye. Thats kind of how it went, and how we met Dead Eye who happens to be a black 6 foot tall NOLA lifer. He’s great, super friendly and way helpful. A True New Orlean Guy.

 

I always said I wanted a little culture in my life.

In an upcoming post- Bourbon Street and Halloween…..