Soar-Dream-France: Daredevils and Deviled Eggs

Daredevils and Deviled Eggs

Some early morning bike rides turn into adventures! Turning down Dupre Street on Monday monring, I found Eric out walking my Louie boy. I'd already considered bringing some deviled eggs over to them, but this was perfect. We visited a minute, and I promised to return with the treasure. My bike basked was the perfect carrier for my sushi containers, turned deviled egg delivery packages. I arrived to find this bus stopped and honking wildly. Both Eric and Stew were already out, our friend Barbara across the street came out too, and pretty soon we figured out what was going on. Dupre is a narrow street. If you park well on both sides, even the buses can get through. If you don't, well here you have it. Frankly, I was amazed that this bus driver had gotten as far as she did. The guilty party came out. Stew took over, got that car moved, while other neighbors moved other cars to make it easier all the way around. Success! Lots of tooting, blowing, waving, smiling, and everyone was off to their day. I too, handed off my deviled eggs. Got a good morning kiss from Stew, that I teased tasted like coffee. We'd had quite a day together...and it wasn't even 8am! Ah, life in New Orleans!