These thoughts reminded me of an email I got from an old friend in New Orleans, recently. Small towns are small towns, it seems.
"Last week we did some computer workshops for the teachers of Natchitoches and Many, LA. We visited every school in Many. It took half the day. The rest of the day we wandered around downtown Many -- all three blocks. There are two antique stores, one restaurant (not counting the Burger King), one lawyer, one movie theater (closed), a pawn shop, a newspaper (owned by the pawn shop) and a
museum (in the pawn shop) some of the exhibits are for sale; some are
temporarily out of pawn but interesting anyway. We also visited the Louisiana Country Music Museum in Marthaville which is located on the edge of nowhere. Marthaville used to be a wide spot in the road but they closed the road. On the grounds of this museum is also the site of the grave of the Unknown Confederate Soldier. I didn't recognize him, myself, but if I am ever shot by Yankees while trying to rejoin my unit, I don't think I could imagine a better spot to be buried. It overlooks a natural amphitheater with a very nice stage.
I'd like to play there sometime. It might be one of the few venues where nobody would be offended by minstrel songs. The museum itself is very well done and professionally appointed although there's more stuff in the pawn shop in Many. Anne mentioned this to the director of the museum, who, as it turns out, is the wife of the owner of the Pawn Shop in Many. We left then."
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