Baby, it’s cold down here
It was supposed to be 28 degrees here in New Orleans – damn the cold – we don’t live here to have weather like this. But this morning, snuggled in my warm tall red cowboy boots and five layers of clothes, hat, scarf, gloves – Arlene and I braved the morning. The only living creatures around were the nutrias, swimming back and forth across the bayou with their yellow fangs barely contained. I ran into…