I have a deep affection for New Orleans. It is easily one of the nation's most distinctive cities -- a rich and charming cultural polyglot that refuses to succumb to the sterile sameness of the rest of the Sun Belt. The city is older than the nation.
On this hot and humid Houston day I sit here with so many thoughts running through my head. Those of you familiar with me and my posts should know, I rarely bite my tongue when it comes to my life. I have traveled more than most 70 year old people I know, but on the eve of my beloved fraternity's national convention in the Crescent City I am like a child waiting on Santa Christmas Eve.
My love for my fraternity dates back to 2003 when I first saw the brother in the lobby of my hotel during Houston Splash. It was the end of my freshman year at Prairie View A&M University. I considered other Divine 9 organizations, until I found it was one for me. I kept my mind on it, and finally became a member. I will say the past 21 months have been some of the best months of my life, thanks in part to my beloved fraternity.
It has taught me that some people have you best interest at heart while others just consider themselves. It's taught me the true multiple meanings of brotherhood. I have learned a lot about image, and a lot about people in general.
I found out our convention would be in New Orleans. New Orleans is one of my favorite cities in the WORLD. It has a special charm and unique feel, the city depends on tourism, so the people know how to treat you! The food is great, the drinks are even better! And with my brothers in town we are sure to shake the city up!
