I came upon a stretch of the highway that reminded me of New Orleans for some reason. Not the dirty city that I came to loathe, but that part of the South that I came to appreciate.
It didn’t quite make me “homesick”, I’ve gotten far more in a bad way for Boston that I ever have for the Big Easy, but it was a very odd timephase moment that made me forget everything around me and live in the past for just a sec.
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someone must have been cooking some greens nearby.
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