Tonight I yearn to be in Nola. I do not pretend to wash away all the hard-times that this beautiful city can bring. But there is a place it touches inside me that no other place I have been has done. I find myself randomly through the day thinking about it. I know I can’t live there, just as I know I won’t ever touch heroin, but I do so love it ( new orleans, not heroin), especially now with Mardi Gras and this isthe saturday before Fat Tuesday and I am missing it.Having spent half of my life in that city, it is naturally a part of me. I have listened to many a song on youtube today that are old standards for Nola. Feel free to Second Line with me!