We had a condo on the gulf in Gulfport, Mississippi. It was a place that we had for only a few seasons. We never felt connected to it. There was no community for us. I liked it for one reason, it was 90 miles from New Orleans, where my sister lived.
What's not to like , that at the end of a drive , we could visit, or go have beignets in the French Quarter, or if we wanted to, go to lunch at any of our favorite restaurants, and still be home in time to walk our then two dogs.There was even a great yarn
shop in the quarter. What turned me off to this condo.....At one association meeting there was a big uproar because the pool had to be emptied because a black dog had taken a swim in it. I always felt that if the dog had been white, they would have just laughed
about it. Then, I was running on the beach and David Duke was having a rally right where I was going to turn around. Red necks in pick up trucks waving Confederate flags were honking as they drove by. That is when I knew, I could not be there . That I had
to leave. . Katrina destroyed the condo building the following year. I'm just saying.