My people drove to New Orleans this morning for a day of Jazz Fest.
I'm at home because of a headache, a sermon, the bulletin and because the idea of a full day outside in the dusty heat with Porta-lets appeals to me like zip.
Thank you to everyone who goes to Jazz Fest, stays in New Orleans' hotels and spends money like water on good food, souvenirs and big-ticket items. The City needs your presence and your money.
Thank you, Bruce Springsteen, for coming last weekend and singing your heart about the City Who Care Forgot.
Thank you, LH, for taking my people to New Orleans today and giving me a quiet house to think and write and just be.