the world's best job

If I were king of the world, every so often I'd say to my subjects, "Subjects, I'm going to New Orleans for the weekend. Once I get there, I'm taking the St. Charles streetcar to the Camellia for a burger. I'm going to walk around the Garden District with my camera and say hello to Archie Manning. I'm going to the Audubon Zoo, where I once saw an albino alligator eat a duck. I'll stop at the D-Day Museum and pay respects and shiver a little at the purity of sacrifice. I'll go to the Gumbo Shop in the Quarter for dinner. I'll drink a Dixie Beer. I'll listen to the ancient African American men play America's original music, jazz, at Preservation Hall. I'll end up in the courtyard at Pat O'Brien's. All that before midnight on Saturday. And, oh yeah, pay me.''

Life could be a dream. Occasionally, it is.

Live big, Easy.