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We're driving thru Louisiana and stopped in Shreveport in the evening. The tour busses loaded up in the morning to head down to New Orleans. The GPS doesn't handle low clearance bridges very well and there's lots of train tracks crisscrossing the streets overhead. So I thought I'd just ask someone how to get out of town leaving the roofs of the busses in tact.

There was a guy standing on the sidewalk with a guitar strapped over his shoulder, who looked somewhat familiar. I had the bus stop and we all got out. I walked over to the gentleman with the guitar and said "Excuse me, but how do you get outta town from here?" The man didn't say a word. He just was pointing down the street. I asked again "Are you sure it's not 'that' way? or maybe 'this' way?" Not a word came from the stranger with the guitar. He just kept pointing. I said "We're going to New Orleans to play at the Jazz Festival. I'm gonna do some Lead Belly songs. He's from here ya know!"

I noticed a hint of a smile on his stone cold face. But he just kept pointing.