I lived in northern Utah for five years in the 60s as a non Mormon teenager. The Mormons I went to school with had parents for the most part were rather staid types. All wrapped up in LDS stuff. The country kids all milked cows to save up for their mission. First question was always "what ward do you live in". Had folks going around collecting fast offerings and home town missionaries visiting us recruiting. After 5 cold winters there my daddy was ready to head back to Louisiana.
Everyday I spent in LA was a blessing.
Abita beer, Beignets, Crawdads and Crabs and Oysters, The Boiling Point just west was my favorite.
I pissed on the sign out in front of Jimmy Swaggs College just across the street from the Beignet place.
