Jazz Fest Rising.

I’ve gotta stop phoning it in. Jazz Fest is coming, you know? Busy days around chez King, which is why I seem to be lazy to you. I am actually quite busy. It is about to be the one time of year when I complain. Really. The next two weeks is the only time I complain about living in New Orleans.

Ask anybody. Jazz Fest is a ten minute walk from my house.

Ours is usually a peaceable neighborhood. I have taken to sitting on my front porch recently, watching New Orleans go by on Esplanade Avenue. It’s quite relaxing. You should try it sometime. Ed, my neighbor, stopped by yesterday. I have two chairs.

Ed and I both have what used to be called a Classical Education. We do not need to explain jokes to each other. We conversed, briefly, in Latin, and he once again lamented why a W is called a double U. Fighting progress is as frustrating as fighting City Hall. Keep fighting the good fight, Ed!

There are no strangers in New Orleans, only friends you haven’t yet met. Starting next weekend, the Esplanade Avenue sidewalk will be crowded with strangers. Happiness loves company.

Will you be in New Orleans next weekend? If not, don’t come. It will be too crowded. Come in June. The weather will be nicer than now, even, and it won’t be crowded. You can visit New Orleans like you live here.

It is very good to live in New Orleans. That’s why I never complain. It is even better in June.