As much as I have traveled the route between New Orleans and St. Louis during these last forty years, I can be certain that one memory will always rise when I'm making that turn where I-55 south feeds you on to I-10 east. It happened again with John and Mike as we were returning from Madison, MS on Friday.
I'm 22 again. I'm on the Greyhound Bus leaning forward to rest my chin on the top of the seat in front of me, while hugging the rest. I have tears in my eyes. For the first time, I knew that the break with St. Louis was beginning and I was on my way home.
You see, I was supposed to be (or at least I thought) getting married to my college boyfriend. We wrote a lot while I was in New Orleans and he was in St. Louis. He'd been to visit in New Orleans over Thanksgiving and nothing had changed. By Christmas in St.Louis, he'd announced to me in the restaurant where we used to work together that he was marrying someone else.
It amazes me how near that memory rests. It transports me to times to which I would not want to return.
But, that Bonnet Carre Spillway memory lets me know that I am on my way and home is near!
And that, is always a good feeling!