Back Into New Orleans, Finally: After exactly one month of being away from home, we return tomorrow. Citywide curfew is in effect and we may not legally stay, but we don’t intend on spending the night anyway. The plan is to drive in, perform an inspection, grab items of value and of great use when away from home and leave before sunset. It sounds easy as pie, but not one of you has seen me make pie. It’s a mess – as I probably will be when I leave my home again and not by my choosing. I should feel lucky to have a home with everything relatively intact, but I cannot get completely past the cruelty of having a viable home and not being able to live in it. On the other hand, the Hounds Of Ultimate Goof & Sweetness would miss me.
Friends assure me that seeing New Orleans, my home and a few of my friends is positive – seeing home with my own eyes will dissipate the stress a bit, I guess. For as long as I stay away from home, it is a dream, a myth, a legend relayed to me by others. As always, I promise to take a lot of pictures, especially of the Lower Garden District.
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