A recent family trek to the Pelican State reminded me of my first trip to Louisiana.
Naive and a month shy of getting my driver’s license, I was among about a dozen folks who traveled to New Orleans in 1978 to see an aging Muhammad Ali fight a dentally deprived Leon Spinks.
Ali won the bout and we witnessed history — his unprecedented third heavyweight title — from floor seats in the Superdome.
But the events leading up to the fight were almost as eye-opening as the bout, itself.
Allowed to wander in a Winnebago, I palled around with characters with names such as Pig and Frog and Bubba. I watched poker players lose their money. I saw beer drinkers lose their lunch.
On Bourbon Street, I got a glimpse of probably more than I should have.
But it was a road trip for the ages, and I was lucky to be along for the ride.