Washboard Chaz
I neglected to mention that the first guy who hugged me last night was Washboard Chaz’s son. This happened right as my friend was enumerating all the things he loves about New Orleans, the first being that someone neither of us knew had just walked up to us and within two minutes said he was going home to smoke some weed. Gotta love New Orleans – even though we are deeply flawed, or possibly because we are deeply flawed.