"Because in New Orleans, everybody gets to be a jerk sometimes."
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Does it get any better?
The moon is rising over the patio wall. Jasmine and sweet olive are in bloom. Charcoals are glowing in the grill; burgers slathered with Cattlemen's Master Reserve K.C. barbeque sauce. The boys have arrived for the weekend, bringing news that my eldest has just been accepted at the city's best public high school. Dad is very happy with this development. Very, very happy.