Old Bayou Metairie lies still and somber in New Orleans' City Park. It once carried water from the Mississippi River, but now seems just nothing more than a water for the grand-fatherly oak-laden play land.
It's whiskery Spanish Moss, and tannin-darken waters meander around the 1,300 acres, tying the golf course, sleepy oak trees, playground, Pan-Hellenic buildings and more, together. I remember the first time we canoed and labored paddle wheels boats around the mirror-like waters back in the 60's. Those memories are like the reflections in the bayou -- gloss-filled images that are easily lost in the waves of time.
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