I'm going to be in New Orleans for two or three days, and I suppose I should be happy about that. Beignets, mausoleums, and the ghost of Paul Morphy.
But where is the energy? Where is the excitement? Sidney told me that he loved New Orleans "in the way that a man loves a woman."
Sounds good!
But I just want to stay home and nap with my cats.
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