Dear America . . .
I received the following in an email and thought it summed up the South Louisiana concept quite nicely.
Dear America,
I suppose we should introduce ourselves: We're South Louisiana.
We have arrived on your doorstep on short notice and we apologize
for that, but we never were much for waiting around for invitations.
We're not much on formalities like that.
And we might be staying around your town for a while, enrolling in
your schools and looking for jobs, so we wanted to tell you a few
things about us. We know you didn't ask for this and neither did we, so we're
just going to have to make the best of it.
First of all, we thank you. For your money, your water, your food,
your prayers, your boats and buses and the men and women of your
National Guards, fire departments, hospitals and everyone else who has come to our
rescue.
We're a fiercely proud and independent people, and we don't cotton
much to outside interference, but we're not ashamed to accept help when we
need it.
And right now, we need it.
Just don't get carried away. For instance, once we get around to
fishing again, don't try to tell us what kind of lures work best in your
waters.
We're not going to listen. We're stubborn that way.
You probably already know that we talk funny and listen to strange
music and eat things you'd probably hire an exterminator to get out of
your yard.
We dance even if there's no radio. We drink at funerals. We talk
too much and laugh too loud and live too large and, frankly, we're
suspicious of others who don't.
But we'll try not to judge you while we're in your town.
Everybody loves their home, we know that. But we love South
Louisiana with a ferocity that borders on the pathological. Sometimes we bury our
dead in LSU sweatshirts.
Often we don't make sense. You may wonder why, for instance - if
we could only carry one small bag of belongings with us on our journey to
your state - why in God's name did we bring a pair of shrimp boots?
We can't really explain that. It is what it is.
You've probably heard that many of us stayed behind. As bad as it
is, many of us cannot fathom a life outside of our border, out in that
place we call Elsewhere.
The only way you could understand that is if you have been there,
and so many of you have. So you realize that when you strip away all the
craziness and bars and parades and music and architecture and all
that hooey, really, the best thing about where we come from is us.
We are what made this place a national treasure. We're good
people. And don't be afraid to ask us how to pronounce our names. It happens
all the time.
When you meet us now and you look into our eyes, you will see the
saddest story ever told. Our hearts are broken into a thousand pieces.
But don't pity us. We're gonna make it. We're resilient. After
all, we've been rooting for the Saints for 35 years. That's got to count for
something.
OK, maybe something else you should know is that we make jokes at
inappropriate times.
But what the hell.
And one more thing: In our part of the country, we're used to
having visitors. It's our way of life.
So when all this is over and we move back home, we will repay to
you the hospitality and generosity of spirit you offer to us in this
season of our despair.
That is our promise. That is our faith.
'nuff said!
Dear America,
I suppose we should introduce ourselves: We're South Louisiana.
We have arrived on your doorstep on short notice and we apologize
for that, but we never were much for waiting around for invitations.
We're not much on formalities like that.
And we might be staying around your town for a while, enrolling in
your schools and looking for jobs, so we wanted to tell you a few
things about us. We know you didn't ask for this and neither did we, so we're
just going to have to make the best of it.
First of all, we thank you. For your money, your water, your food,
your prayers, your boats and buses and the men and women of your
National Guards, fire departments, hospitals and everyone else who has come to our
rescue.
We're a fiercely proud and independent people, and we don't cotton
much to outside interference, but we're not ashamed to accept help when we
need it.
And right now, we need it.
Just don't get carried away. For instance, once we get around to
fishing again, don't try to tell us what kind of lures work best in your
waters.
We're not going to listen. We're stubborn that way.
You probably already know that we talk funny and listen to strange
music and eat things you'd probably hire an exterminator to get out of
your yard.
We dance even if there's no radio. We drink at funerals. We talk
too much and laugh too loud and live too large and, frankly, we're
suspicious of others who don't.
But we'll try not to judge you while we're in your town.
Everybody loves their home, we know that. But we love South
Louisiana with a ferocity that borders on the pathological. Sometimes we bury our
dead in LSU sweatshirts.
Often we don't make sense. You may wonder why, for instance - if
we could only carry one small bag of belongings with us on our journey to
your state - why in God's name did we bring a pair of shrimp boots?
We can't really explain that. It is what it is.
You've probably heard that many of us stayed behind. As bad as it
is, many of us cannot fathom a life outside of our border, out in that
place we call Elsewhere.
The only way you could understand that is if you have been there,
and so many of you have. So you realize that when you strip away all the
craziness and bars and parades and music and architecture and all
that hooey, really, the best thing about where we come from is us.
We are what made this place a national treasure. We're good
people. And don't be afraid to ask us how to pronounce our names. It happens
all the time.
When you meet us now and you look into our eyes, you will see the
saddest story ever told. Our hearts are broken into a thousand pieces.
But don't pity us. We're gonna make it. We're resilient. After
all, we've been rooting for the Saints for 35 years. That's got to count for
something.
OK, maybe something else you should know is that we make jokes at
inappropriate times.
But what the hell.
And one more thing: In our part of the country, we're used to
having visitors. It's our way of life.
So when all this is over and we move back home, we will repay to
you the hospitality and generosity of spirit you offer to us in this
season of our despair.
That is our promise. That is our faith.
'nuff said!