“Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans”, I asked David as he listened to a video performance by Louis Armstrong and Billie Holiday. He answered in the affirmative and I responded with “I don’t miss it at all”.
I don’t miss the heat, the crime, big city life, or Mardi Gras. I’m perfectly content with living in the west. But the question is not whether or not I miss New Orleans but do I know what it means. The truth is, yes. Having been born and raised in a city rich in culture, defined by its fabulous food and its soulful music, how could I not?
Remembering the 5th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina this past weekend brought back a lot of fond memories of “The City That Care Forgot”. Watching the videos and sharing memories made me a little sad, but at the same time reminded me that I’m one of the lucky ones. And I know what it means to miss New Orleans.
While we’re talking about fabulous food, check out yesterday’s blog post Marlene’s Easy Creole Red Beans and Rice.
If you would like to know more about how we left New Orleans and came to live in western Montana, read:
Follow your dreams!