Missing New Orleans
It’s barely ten a.m. and the temperature outside as I type this is already 82 degrees. Yep. It’s totally summer. I’m glad. The hot weather gives me an excuse to stay in and write. Strike that last. I’ll use any excuse to stay in and write, who am I fooling? Weather like this always reminds me of the time I spent in New Orleans, back in the early nineties, way before Hurricane Katrina and the casinos. When it was hot like this, and that was all the time during the summer, you could go out to the daiquiri drive thru and get a strawberry daquiri. That’s right. In New Orleans, there were shops in strip malls that sold at least 10 different flavors of ALCOHOLIC daiquiris. <—–Yes. Alcoholic slurpees. You’d go in (or drive up) and order the one you wanted. Then you would drive off home sipping at your… Continued