Stages of Life.

This whole thing happened at Mid-City Yacht Club. It was restricted to the back patio, which was reserved for this shindig. I couldn’t get to the real bar. The door was locked to keep out the riffraff.

A cloud in the sky can sometimes look like a glacier in the sea.

The back of the Mid-City Yacht Club is very nice. There is an empty room in a separate building from the original yacht club, and there is outdoor seating.

My friend Emily goes there. I used to go when they had frog legs on the menu. They had the best frog legs in the city.

I was talking to Gootee, who has been alive in New Orleans much longer than most people I know. Gootee remembers the old days, which is why I enjoy talking with him. The company of old people, by example, instructs a younger person that every moment should be savored.

I must have told Gootee I was invited to Mid-City Yacht Club, otherwise why would the subject of frog legs come up? Gootee has never been to Mid-City Yacht Club. He is more of a Southern Yacht Club type of man.

Gootee remembers when frog legs were on the menu at every seafood restaurant in New Orleans. “Those were the days,” Gootee said.

“Ain’t dere no more,” someone at the other end of the bar chimed in.

There are a lot of things that only live on in memory.

And now, for the rest of the story….