Chapter 4: Spilfters & Smulchkins - A Bar in New Orleans
Chapter 4: A Bar in New Orleans I grew up in an adolescent culture that drooled over the nightlife of New Orleans. There was a Playboy Club there! On trips to the city for things like shoes and the dentist and lunch, we would occasionally walk down Bourbon Street in the day time. It was lively enough at that hour to set a youthful imagination off on fantasies of what could happen there at night. Growing up in a dry county in Mississippi in the 60s did not mean there was no alcohol in the county. Our parents drank. Even Baptist parents drank. They usually did it in their homes or a friend's house, but they would go through some booze. The kids would often mix the drinks. By the time I was twelve I was adept at a strong scotch and soda with a lemon twist. Pearl River, Louisiana, was only twenty miles away and New Orleans was fifty. There weren't any interstates, so it could take two hours or more to get to New Orleans. The drinking age was eighteen and fake id's were e...