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Something funny
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happened soon after we arrived in
New Orleans. Before I tell you what it was, you have to realize that the
Airport is at least half an hour from everywhere we want to
go.
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You must realize also, that we are on a mission; we want to deliver a
good series to you with lots of interesting things to do and show you
that New Orleans is more than Bourbon Street. |
 
Yeah, well your face would be red too |
Finally you should know that the Southern Comfort Bed and Breakfast
which we have reserved for five days, is in the Garden
District, an excellent location if you just want to go from there to
the French Quarter or downtown. But for all we have planned...well, we need a
car.
And that's the dilemma. After
collecting our baggage at the airport, we hopped the shuttle with our 7 suitcases full of clothes,
computers and camera equipment and headed for Budget car rental where
our car was waiting.
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No
sooner had Dub made it to the counter to clinch the deal, than he rushed
out (completely flustered) where I was waiting on the curb with all
the luggage, and explained rapidly that unbeknown to him, his driver's
license was expired and I would have to produce mine so we could get the
car.
Feeling slightly superior, but glad to help, I dug
mine out, and he returned to the agent - who was giggling with the other
agent for some reason - in hopes of
wrapping it up quickly and leaving.
But, you know, I never get away with feeling superior. It just
isn't one of my privileges. In less than 10 seconds, he was
back announcing (with some relief, I think) "yours is expired
too!"
So now we are faced with
The Big Test. Exactly
what kind of people are we? Already we're imagining trying to hike
everywhere, Dub with 25 pounds of camera equipment on his back, and me
with my pouch. (I know it sounds unfair, but you just don't know
everything).
As I see it, we have several choices. We can rant and rave and
blame the Colorado Department of Motor Vehicles for not notifying us; we
can calmly review our options; we can uncalmly review our options,
or, we can blow off our plans and come up with another
scenario.
We're sort of on the edge of all that, but instead of owning any of
it at the moment, we hail a taxi and fork out $24 for the ride
into town. On the way, we try to enlist creative ideas from the
driver and he offers to run us around for only $25 an hour.
We're impressed with his creativity and when he says $25, I say, "a
day?" and he doesn't answer. Before the day is over, we've decided that we'll
call the Colorado DMV and ask them if there's some secret way to get our
license renewed over the phone, we'll go to the Louisiana DMV and see if
they will issue a temporary license for a few days, we'll get a grip on
all the public transportation...isn't there a License Embassy
somewhere?
For now, the taxi drops us off on Marengo Street and
all our troubles seem to dissolve. The Southern Comfort is waiting
with open arms.
Continued
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