(Sorry this is so disjointed; I was working a lot of the time, and lately, I've -- gasp -- gotten more accustomed to enjoying my vacations than to documenting them. I'm sure I'll fill in more details as time goes by. For instance, I still have the story of how I tore a huge chunk out of my foot, and the story of how I almost got busted as a sex criminal in a Wal-Mart parking lot in Louisiana, in my pocket.) I set out for New Orleans on Monday afternoon, figuring to drive until I got tired of driving... read more
