Shreveport is a nice town. The tasteful houses are carefully arranged in suburban rows. The strip malls have decorative facia that immitates the look of multiple shops lined up elbow-to-elbow. There’s ample parking. And they’ve got all the major brands: Chick-Fil-A, Borders, Hollywood Video, Bed Bath and Beyond, Target, Pottery Barn…
The people here don’t seem to have many tatoos, and nobody speeds up when the traffic light turns yellow. Everybody here addresses me as “Sir.” The hotel bar closes at 10pm.
It really is a nice town.
But damn, I miss New Orleans.