Like everyone, I get down on this city on a fairly regular basis. But then something happens to remind me why I live here and love it. So I figured I'd leave the ranting and raving to those who do it much more succintly and cleverly than I ever could, and instead post observations on the happy, the serendipitous, the mundane, and the sublime happenings that make New Orleans the only place I (and probably you) could ever live.
I got a new phone last week and set the ringtone to "bells." But I had to change it because church bells actually DO ring in my neighborhood, and I kept missing calls.
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