Another New Orleans Moment
I found a quarter on the sidewalk today. It was scuffed and scratched but it was still worth 25 U.S. cents. You can take that to the bank. God bless New Orleans. God bless the U.S. of A.
I put the quarter in my pocket.
I was walking our dog, as I do every morning. With no guests at the inn due to the economic collapse, I walk the dog later than usual nowadays. We sleep in. I usually have to go out to buy fresh bread and pastries and whatnot before our guests show up to breakfast. Without guests, there is no breakfast to serve, no conversations to be had, no recommendations to make, nothing, really, to do besides repairs about the inn.
Everything is closed in New Orleans. Everything has been closed for awhile, now. We are making repairs and making changes that we would usually do over the summer when nobody visits this wonderful city we call home. New Orleans in summer is magical. If you visit this year in July or in August, you’ll see. The only thing that would make this year worse is a major hurricane. Trouble comes in threes. Cross your fingers.
The dog and I made our rounds about our neighborhood. The dog doesn’t know what’s going on. He is happy to sniff around as he always is. He smells some shrubbery for a minute or two, maybe five. It used to make me impatient. Then, I realized, when our dog is sniffing the shrubbery, to him, it’s like he’s reading a book. I used to spend an hour or two reading the Wall Street Journal every day. Not so much, now.
I don’t even read the newspaper much, nowadays. There is only so much speculation one person can take. The chips will fall where they lay. Love of New Orleans in the time of COVID-19. This too shall pass, I know. I’m keeping the faith.
How are you doing? We hope you stay well.
In New Orleans, it’s in our DNA.
Let your spirit take wing.
I didn’t keep my found quarter. I gave it to someone who needed it more than me. In New Orleans, what comes around goes around. Easy come, easy go. We live in a wonderful city.
Be well and safe everyone. You have two friends on Esplanade Avenue in New Orleans. How do I know? I’m one of them.
–La Belle Esplanade