Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?

I certainly do. On a day like today, when you would give your left pinky to trade in the sounds of an office phone ringing for the trumpetty-saxophone wails of a Second Line tailgating a parade, pay some good money to swap the cold Salata staring at you for some Hollandaise with a side of crabmeat at Galatoire's, and perhaps even consider shaving some years of your life to exchange the cold coffee on your desk for a hurricane served in a 3-ft souvenir size tube (just one straw, sir, thank you). And when you think back to the college glory days of old, when you would make the trip to N'awlins with your besties, the memories of the pungent smells of Bourbon Street dissipate while you peruse Southwest flights for perusing sake. 

Okay, too much voodoo talk for today. To those attending Mardi Gras this year - c’est la NOLA; and to those unfortunate souls (like you know who) who are not - we can have our own jazz funeral together.

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