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Traffic on highway 65 was moderate and became heavy once we merged onto highway 10. Gone was the tranquility of the country side. We stopped to refuel north of Biloxi. The Maritime museum would have been a nice place to visit, but we were late in the day and they were likely closed.
Besides, we wanted to make it to New Orleans.
Perhaps on the way back . . .
Room Service
Andy wanted to stay at a hotel near the French quarter, but I was counting my coins, so we ended up booking rooms at the Econo Lodge in Chalmette. Surrounded by so much water, the place was damp and moldy, and it looked like the carpeting dated back to when the motel was built. The shower didn?t work.
The Stranger
We were hungry and after checking in, we headed back to the French Quarter. Just before getting there, we spotted a restaurant called King Rogers on North Rampart. It was around 9pm. The folks who ran the place were not too happy to see us arrive, understandably, as they were getting ready to shut down. They only had some gumbo and jambalaya left. We purchased our food and stepped outside to sit at one of the picnic tables.
An elderly man came over to ask us if we could spare some change so he could eat. Instead of giving him money, Andy bought him a meal and I gave him some of my food. The man was skin and bones, and covered with sores. Grateful for the food, he wolfed it down. We thought he might have ...