Empty Bowls.
The rice bowl is cracked, not broken.
I was walking my merry way down Esplanade Avenue, in the 2200 block to be exact. It is the merry month of March. It is 80 degrees. Next month, night herons will be nesting in the oak trees on the next block. The rhythm of the year rolls on. Jazz Fest is coming.
Laissez les bon temps rouler.
People who come to speak French in New Orleans are soon disappointed. This most Francophile of cities is not francophone. We speak English, just like you do. It is in other ways that Orleanians are different from everyone else in America…
People come to New Orleans for all sorts of reasons. Some times are for business and some times are pleasure. When both are mixed together, it is the best of all possible worlds. Making money by making memories is the New Orleans. Living the good life is what we do for a living. We get by, by giving.
Follow your dreams.
