Where My Parents Met

Forty years ago two Tulane Law students met
and amongst the numerous ramifications, falling action, and results
my sister and I were two
for the first time I visit the spots
of my familial genisis
eating where they ate
walking where they walked
riding the famed streetcars as they used to,
presumably with much less agility.
It is pleasant but eerie
ghosts of my parents long-haired hippie youth,
joyful, on the periphary.
I must imagine what they're life was like
because they never spoke about it much.
I assume because the decadence and inhabitation
of the Big Easy isn't something you freely share
with your progeny.