Still… Shreveport didn’t suck

After 200 miles of drizzle, sun started to peak out around Memphis, and by Texarkana it was nothing but blue skies. Shreveport occupies the middle ground between Vegas and whatever that armpit was called when I went racing in Utah… Wendover maybe.  I’ve repressed it. 

Had a pint in excellent dive bar called the sand Bar followed by everything Cajun for dinner before heading home to Sam’s Casino. That’s Sam in the pic from the lobby. When in Rome.

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