Boys don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses…

Photo on 5-17-16 at 8.13 AM

I don’t know what it is about late spring mornings, and summer mornings that always makes me wake up…happy.  There’s a lightness in the air, a freedom, a positive vibration that somehow makes coffee smell even better; don’t know what it is, but it’s always there.  Even when it’s hot as hell down here in N’awlinns.  Wish you were so away from it all, away from all the Woody Allenisms of your surroundings and the company you keep.  Wish you were here, down here, in the moist air and humid heat and we were meandering through a green bayou, hushed and calm.  Is it such a reach for you, wouldn’t that be so terrible a life?  Seafood every day for dinner, monumental thunderstorms, freedom from pretense and isms, isms, isms.  Bob Dylan might approve, you know, like any true revolutionary would.