I was driving in New Orleans today, and the sight of a sea of mausoleums made me very, very sad that I haven’t gotten to see more of this city while I’ve lived so close. Well, not so much ‘see’ as ‘live’. I haven’t even spent a night in the town. I suspect if I left and then came for a visit I’d get a better taste for the place then what I’ve had living outside of it for three years.
It doesn’t help that AB doesn’t like going there. It’s a combination of mistrust of big cities, and mistrust of any place so devoted to debauchery, I suspect.
I have spent more time this year actively trying to do things in and around southern Louisiana. And I’m happy for that, but I still don’t feel like I’ve gotten to really feel the place.
Now what am I going to do about that?
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