Errata

1. Daiquiri is spelled with 3 i's. (#425: There is no spell check on the mobile version of Gmail's compose function.)

2. Regarding the road snacks on the trip south, they were Whoppers, not Milk Duds. I recognized the box of the former at the check-out counter of the Dollar Store near the St. Bernard Community Center and realized that I mistakenly called them Milk Duds. (#42: There's something about malted milk that screams dud moreso than whop.)

3. I should have better qualified my comment in the last post on the fucked-up nature of so much that goes on here as relating to government and politics. While there's no lack of local culpability, the mess extends to--indeed is in many cases a direct result of what happens in--Baton Rouge and (surprise) Washington.

There are a number of things, arguably the most important in this life, that they've got down here better than anywhere I've been:
1. food.
2. music.
3. alcoholic beverages, in both content and consumption habits. Did I mention Drive-thru Daiquiri?
4. architecture.
5. sheer warmth and hospitality of the people here.