Aside from the hell ride that was Flight 1078, rerouted to avoid the string of tornados that was sweeping across the South to Midwest to the Northeast, I made it to New Orleans in one piece. The pilot never did clarify, but from the 3 hour Airbus pukefest, I imagine he rerouted the plane INTO the tornados.
I saw my whole life flash before me. (I can’t believe I bought the Cheryl Ladd album and used Sun-In.) Once we touched ground, the soupy weather of the south felt like a tweed sweater soaked in warm water wrapped around my face. Normally, April is hot, but not quite as humid. Within minutes, that didn't matter. I felt just right, as the airport cabdriver, a little lady easily in her 70s, offered to lift the luggage into the back of the van.
“No! Thank you, but I’ll do this.”
She reached for the bags again, and offered, “Don’t worry, God’s got me.”
Anyway, I got the bags. Don’t worry.
Easy first day, taking it all in. Lots of food already, including a sauteed Shrimp & Onion po’boy that I had been dreaming about since the Reagan administration.
The following names may not mean a helluva lot to you at first, but seeing Irvin Mayfield, Evan Christopher, David Torkanowsky, Leon "Kid Chocolate" Brown, Don Vappie and Shannon Powell all on one stage yesterday afternoon was a nice surprise. The "Wednesdays At the Square" concert series in Lafayette Park continues through June, and this was a fantastic set of traditional jazz, complete with burlesque dancers and a second line finale. Look these guys up. They are the best in the business.
(The photo here is the Dirty Dozen Brass Band. Sorry, it's the best I could find.)