The riches of our fair city
Riding to the country and back yesterday with one of New Orleans’ prominent musicians reminded me of how rich and wonderful is our life here in New Orleans. Deacon John was regaling us with musical history (The College Inn in Thibodeaux) as well as musician jokes (what is the difference between a drummer and an extra large pizza? The pizza can feed a family of four) and also musical awe (“I played with Bo Diddley!”).
A dear friend had come in for my mom’s memorial and on Friday I picked her up at the airport and we headed straight for the Quarter where we treated ourselves to foot massages at the new reflexology place on Decatur Street, then we walked into the Marigny to Three Muses and had delicious tapas and listened to the Pfister Sisters. We wanted to get home before T put T2 to bed but we stopped into the Spotted Cat to hear Washboard Chaz and while I was perched there watching Chaz strum up and down the washboard I thought, “yes, indeed, this is the good life.”
After my mom’s ceremony on Saturday, where Deacon John sang graveside, Any Day Now, Someone to Watch Over Me, and finally Many Rivers to Cross, everyone packed up and was heading to lunch, but I was putting Tin in his car seat and John came over and sang Nature Boy to us three.
Later, another friend who had missed my mom’s funeral because she was out of town told my out of town friend that I am Patsy’s daughter and I have to say it was my mom’s dream to move from the country to live in New Orleans and, oh what a difference to me.