...wine to whiskey on my last night in New Orleans with my guys; Eric, Stew, Louie and I decided to go sit on the front porch and watch the world and Jazz Fest stragglers go by.
Eric and I rocked away, while Stew watered and Louie barked his little heart out. I'd brought one last book back to Eric, and it just felt so good to relax, chat, and get in those final hugs and kisses before departure. Even in the midst of minor porch swing catastrophe...it was a wonderful evening.
All I have to add is that I was not alone on the porch swing when it crumbled! Everyone survived un-injured! What a send off!
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