It's been 20 years since my first Jazz Fest down in the "Big Easy". The food is still the same, fun, unique and just darn good. The music, better. The crowd, stil laid-back and well-behaved. The city, still in shambles. Bourbon Street, still a stench. The Tony Bennett show, stellar. The older I get the better he gets. The sun, the wind, the food, the crowd, the organization made for a great weekend get-away. Someday again, I'll be back. And it won't be 20 years. And those white-winged whistling ducks I spotted east of New Orleans were a welcome addition to my "Life List". Who would have thought running 70 miles per hour!
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