~of earhorns & spanish moss~
Friday, October 20th, 2006I visited New Orleans once, three weeks after 9/11. Getting off the plane and dumped on to Bourbon Street with its hordes of testosteronies slurping Hurricanes from football-shaped and sized containers was heart-stopping in its “how will we survive three whole days here?!” factor.
Eventually we found something of the old Nawlins: the Spanish moss wrought-iron [...]

