Well.  We had quite a time in New Orleans.  I don’t feel the need to ever go to a sauna again.  We spent the last day exploring.  Originally we had planned to stay at the tents, guarding them and fielding questions from inquisitive visitors.  I don’t know why I thought that would actually happen, but I’m glad it didn’t, because so many other things were able to happen while the tents managed themselves.  For instance, we were able to prevent passing out and enjoyed airconditioning.  We bought some local produce at the market, we enjoyed air conditioning, went to a 4th of July fiesta, went to another 4th of July fiesta, went swimming, rode bikes, not bus.  Also, I got my tarot read.  There are 2 guardians watching over the bus, so now I know it’s ok to take the vehicle over 50 miles an hour and ignore some of the vibrations.

We’re about to get back on the bus and head to Austin.   I’m not ready to leave, because New Orleans is sensational, and I feel the burgeuning creative front charging from all directions; maybe it’s the force behind the buckling sidewalks and glossy lush vegetation, eager to creep beyond its curbside home.  I’m also not ready to leave because I’m in my PJs.

Please visit us in Austin at MASS Gallery and at our downtown campsite on 5th and Nueces, or thereabouts.  We accept all popsicles and most cold drinks.

(City Park set-up, photo courtesy of Billy Brown)