Love and Happiness

Here I am in New Orleans. Eating oysters--raw, grilled and fried. Listening to music. Vibing at Jazz Fest. It is definitely strange being here without Steve, without the party bus and all the attendant hoopla but it's OK all the same. I've hung out in the Blues tent, grooved to gospel, had a lot of fried food including a soft shell crab po boy one day and a stuffed artichoke the next. The highlight of the weekend was definitely the Reverend Al Green, looking a little older and a little heavier, maybe moving a little slower but still singing ever so sweetly all those old songs.