You know, that strange man who threw things at my feet threw good luck at me. I would swear to it. Since I went to New Orleans, I’ve been on a roll. The minute I arrived! And, now in Chicago, the luck is flowing, my smile is broad, and good mojo just seems to be everywhere.

On a semi-related note, I met many of the brains and some of the soul behind NOLAFugees this weekend, and am reading Year Zero: A Year of Reporting From Post-Katrina New Orleans. Do yourself a favor and order a copy. It’s really great.

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