It's been an interesting week and a half.
Last Monday, I kept an eye constantly on CNN and its ongoing coverage of New Orleans' battle against Hurricane Gustav.
The next day, I said a prayer of thanks that Mother Nature spared my former home.
That Wednesday, Nell and I were trying to decide whether or not to scrap our New Orleans vacation in light of Hurricane Gustav.
By Thursday, we had been unable to speak with anyone in New Orleans, and our hotel was purportedly closed.
On Friday morning, we boarded a half full airplane en route to the Crescent City, arriving to find the Big Easy quiet, but awake. We checked into the Renaissance Arts Hotel, which had been open since Wednesday, and made our way through the French Quarter toward Port of Call. Arriving just before noon, we were informed that the restaurant would be opening sometime "soon," as they were waiting for supplies to arrive. Twenty minutes later, we were chowing down on one of the world's greatest hamburgers.
Over the next couple of days, we ate and drank at Lucy's Retired Surfer Bar, Joey K's, Bluebird Cafe, NY Pizza, the Columns Hotel, La Cote Brasserie, and Jacques-Imo's. We visited Tulane and bought Ezra a t-shirt.
The city slowly came to life and by Sunday morning, tailgaters were sipping Bloody Mary's outside the Superdome in preparation of the Saints' season opener.
All in all, we had a marvelous time.
And I even got in a couple of runs through the Quarter, along the Mississippi, past the Garden District, and in and around Uptown.