Coming back from the post office today, B stopped and drove up on the bayou to chat. He had just spent the entire weekend entertaining his boss and his boss’ boss and a bunch of managers by doing all things New Orleans including tailgating for the BCS game. He is up to his usual, trying to organize people around a children’s book that he has had written by an author and illustrated by a young woman. He wants me to help with editing. He gave me a CD compilation of songs written by New Orleans artists after Katrina – on my way to Pilates, I had the window down in Blue and felt the humid warmish air blowing my hair in my face and listened to the sounds of Dr. John playing the piano and singing and felt so deeply and profoundly at peace with the world and home home home under me that I wanted to shout from the rooftops. Oh New Orleans – what would I have done without you?