Yes, sir, it's right over there

Whenever I see someone on the street peering at a map and looking confused, I amble up and ask if I can help finding a destination. Random acts of kindness, and tourism is our biggest industry, and all that. It's always good for a smile on both sides.

But today, someone hailed me. A nice couple in a car honked at me in a crosswalk and asked where Duval Street might be. I asked what they were looking for in particular, and when he said Bank of America, I told him the three right turns he'd need to make to pull up in front of it on Southard. Thanks, smiles and move on.

Half a block later, a couple on a motorcycle pulled over to the curb and asked me directions to the Curry Mansion. Turn left there and half a block on your right. More thanks and smiles.

Then a family of four hailed me. Where was Margaritaville? (Common question.) Block and a half ahead, turn left, block and a half, right side of street. More thanks and smiles.

I started to wonder if my karma light was glowing really brightly.

Then a group of four Aussie guys saw me and came across the street, map in hand, to ask me where Bourbon Street was. One of them remembered it distinctly from an earlier visit. I'm quite sure he did, I said with a grin -- but it's a bar, not a street, and it was two blocks ahead and four blocks to their left. More thanks, more smiles.

I was wondering what the heck was up, until I got home and took off the T-shirt I'd bought about a year ago to support the city's youth baseball programs. D'oh:

Big BIG letters across the front: KWPD -- Protecting Paradise.