Ode to 6630

It is a house, or should I say the remains of a house. But, it is more, much, much, more.

So, we go by it every time we are in New Orleans.

Each time it is in a worsen state of disrepair. Sure the broken levees enveloped it in H2O for weeks and it was someone else's house.

It use to be Red and White at least when they lived there. It holds tons of wonderful memories for them. I walked the inside of 6630 on several occasions before it was sold and felt the love that dwelt within. They could hear it talk and tell stories of family happenings, parties, the pool, and the bar. It even had a TV that would throw beads out to the children as if the parade on the screen was in the living room. There was tons of fun and laughter there.

Their father and husband lived there.....they miss him terribly and they miss 6630. Both are gone and we are all a lot sadder for that.

Someone painted it Green, it looked different, but, to them it wasn't. They can only see it Red and White. Who could blame them, it is not just a house, but, more importantly it was their
HOME, their FAMILY.

She's never told me this.......I just feel it.....every time we go to New Orleans.

That's why we go by it every time we go to New Orleans.

God Bless Louie and 6630.
For My Love
Peace Out