Now, some of you may not know this, but my dad, Marty, takes significant pride in the fact that he hasn't left the state of Wisconsin since he was 22 years old, way back in 1856. Well, this year, the old goat turned 70 and I saw it as my daughterly duty to show him the modern ways of the world with a trip to New Orleans for Jazz Fest.
I taught my dad all about modern day America- airplanes, selfies, Pitbull, and potent cocktails. Don't worry- there were some familiar things for him too- horses, John Fogerty, and a prehistoric yeti. I also would never hear the end of it if I forgot to mention the most important moment on the trip: when Marty got carded, on his 70th birthday, heading into a nightclub on Bourbon Street.
I can pretty much summarize the trip in 2 words: smashing success.
I taught my dad all about modern day America- airplanes, selfies, Pitbull, and potent cocktails. Don't worry- there were some familiar things for him too- horses, John Fogerty, and a prehistoric yeti. I also would never hear the end of it if I forgot to mention the most important moment on the trip: when Marty got carded, on his 70th birthday, heading into a nightclub on Bourbon Street.
I can pretty much summarize the trip in 2 words: smashing success.
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