I happen to like New York – I like the sight and the sound of it – I happen to like New York…..the hustle, the bustle, the throngs, all of it. But now, after a few days of it, I’m ready for the liquid valium atmosphere of New Orleans where you could marry a donut and no one would notice, and there are pelicans in the bayou, and people in tank tops in February and oak trees as big and broad as a building. Yes, there is no place like home.