Confessions

I confess…. I don’t like driving. I mean, I REALLY don’t like driving. I started driving when I was 14 and received my driver’s license (not a driver’s permit , a license… with Mom’s handicap, she was able to request her kids to get their license early on) when I was 15; I used to get heart palpitations when I started up the car.

That doesn’t happen any more of course, but I will admit to being a conservative driver. Sure, I might go 5 miles over the limit, here and there, but that’s it.

You can put me anywhere in this little suburb that we live and if I’ve never been on the street, I still won’t get lost. I know this area very well. Driving around here, I don’t mind so much.

But driving in New Orleans? Forget it. I LOVE the city! I write about it, to the point that I created the ABC’s Challenge. It’s not just all the one-way streets and all the street signs every which way… like Greg said, “That’s what you have a GPS for.” Nor is it the congestion of the streets (lights at every block at some points) and an Interstate where the ramps get a little too tight for comfort… it’s the danger zones. What streets are more safe than others and so forth.

They should make a GPS with crime rates before going down a street. Lol.

So, yes, I do play tourists in New Orleans, but I confess…. I don’t drive there. (I’m very fortunate that my husband does a lot of work in the city and knows the area well.)