Louis Armstrong.
Every day in New Orleans is a daily adventure. Taylor Swift is coming to play three nights at the Smoothie King Center in October 2024. You know where you should stay. Mrs. King an I are big Swifties. I am rubbing my hands together imagining lucre.
Tomorrow is always a day away. In this case, it is about a year and a half. What to do in the meantime? I am sure New Orleans will offer something up.
It is Satchmo Summerfest this weekend, a celebration of Louis Armstrong. I do not know anyone who is going.
Louis Armstrong was born and raised in New Orleans. The international airport is named after him. The call letters are MSY, which do not stand for Louis Armstrong International Airport. They stand for something too complicated to explain without digressing too much.
I have not been posting every day recently because I am distracted. Yesterday, I saw the Widow. I adore talking with the Widow. She and I talk about all sorts of things, love and loss, and the missing puzzle pieces of our souls.
Vincent met the Widow for the first time yesterday. He told me she is lovely, which is true. I do not know what they talked about. It was probably cockfighting or the rising price of lump crab meat. That Vincent. He is one in a million.
The Widow likes him, too. Vincent is a charming rogue. He is getting a haircut this afternoon. He is overdue.
Now, I am going to talk about Louis Armstrong.
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