This week last year I was on my way to New Orleans for a conference. I love New Orleans. The food there is incredible. Back in 1980 after Hurricane Fredrick, I worked in Mobile for almost a year helping restore temporary telephone service and later when everyone was back in service, I stayed on to help replace the infrastructure. Jilda joined me and we lived at the Howard Johnson. Our address that year was HoJo, Gov. Blvd. Mobile, Al. room 232.
The work that summer was grueling. Hanging wire, and digging trenches as the mercury hovered near 100 degrees with humidity so high that it made the air feel like Karo Syrup was brutal. At first, we worked as much overtime as we wanted, but the infrastructure work wasn't critical in nature, so our overtime work declined. This meant that the crew was off every weekend.
You can only go to the beach so much and then it becomes tiresome. So we branched out. We'd go to Biloxi, Mississippi, and other places within driving distance. But about every third week, we'd head down to New Orleans.
We had an opportunity to explore the city. The sites, aromas, and the music. I fell in love with the place
When I was there last year, Jilda couldn't get off work, so I went alone. That wasn't as much fun, but the conference left little time for leisure. But I did get a chance to enjoy some seafood.
I hope you all have a remarkable weekend.