The Frenchman came over and took me flying (aka riding on his bike). I'm quickly falling in love with riding on the back of a motercycle. I was smiling the whole time and I believe there was some squeeling of delight when he went reallyfast. Of course with the padding in the helmet pressed into my cheeks when I smiled, it made my smiling muscles hurt. They still hurt when I smile, but in a good way :) And he said he would help me with my helping Katrina people idea. :)
Then
I've been listening to New Orleans music almost non-stop for the past few days