Sep 04, 2010
Sep 30, 2010
New Orleans, that was the plan. No place more different from Seattle, no place offering more delights, even in the aftermath of Katrina. A quirky and exciting spot. Alas, you have to get through boring first, flatness and scrubby pines, a super ugly nasty stinky spot the only place to get a coke and fill the cooler up with ice. Matt's displeasure settled over everything. You want to go back home? I asked resignedly. Yep, he answered. You drive then, I said, heading for the passenger side, icy coke in hand. He took the exit marked Mobile.