We’ve known him before he was born.

That’s what they say at French Quarter Postal Emporium when my little guy walks behind the counter. I love that. Not just that they let him back there and help me keep him occupied while I am trying to fill in an address on an envelope but that they have actually known him that long. Well…wait…maybe it isn’t that either on second thought I love that they are friendly enough to say that, friendly enough to give him lollipops and Alligators (see our new friend below), friendly enough to talk to him in a non-condescending manor. Truth is we only see these people when we go in to pick up our mail or ship something out but we have been doing it for about three years now and unlike in most other places in the country (especially cities of this size) we act like it. I love it.
Meet our little friend

2 Comments so far

  1. deemarie on May 20th, 2009 @ 9:10 pm

    That is one of the charms of New Orleans. It’s a small town that just happens to have lots of people. My husband and I have been coming to NOLA since our honeymoon almost 28 years ago and we are totally captivated by the quirky southern charm of this beautiful city. We were there just before Katrina hit and grieved over what we watched unfold over the next few days and weeks. We defended the city when people said it shouldn’t be rebuilt. We gave up our plans to celebrate our 25th anniversary in Europe in order to spend our tourist dollars in New Orleans instead. We return twice a year and dream of living there one day. And we try not to be too envious of those who are already there.


  2. Rayna (rayna) on May 20th, 2009 @ 10:53 pm

    The city would love to have you when you are your husband get the chance to fulfill that dreeam

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