It’s late, must sleep
Before I sign off into my night death to reawaken into the life that I inhabit, I thought of Tom Waits singing I Wish I Was In New Orleans and this is because a couple I saw on our walk home from the grocery store today said they are leaving New Orleans again because the Universe had pointed them away (again) and I know how most of us here are always leaving New Orleans at some point in our lives, but we stay, I told them maybe because driving home from Whole Foods WWOZ talked about my son being on top of his godfather’s shoulders while they spoke with Herbie Hancock and that experience (all 30 minutes of it) was enough to emphasize what I already know and that is even though I consider New Orleans a dangerous place for a black son, it is the place that most aligns with us inner self and his.