Let the good times roll.. as they say here in NOLA.. it’s a wonderful, wonderful city, hot and steamy.. run down in places.. but totally original and beautiful even in its rot. I love the people. the food, the smells.. and the ghosts that walk here.. I even love the roaches.. that remind me of growing up south of here.

After a long day of working vacation I got together with my aunt Brig..  cousin Jeff , wife barb and daughter Sklyer for some real down home New Orleans food . 

Everything was fried.. everythign was delicious.

You need to eat at least one oyster poboy every year to stay healthy .. I had mine tonight..

Afterwords.. I went back to work for a few ours.. then visiting friends.. As I drove home through the late, empty streets, I realized I was very near my grandparents old home.. I drove up  Octavia looking for their house.. I thought I’d found it.. then cousin jeff texted me to tell me the address.. I’d overshot by a mile..

Here’s the house courtesy of Google ..   I can almost smell my grandfathers cigar smoke…

OK.. time for bed.. bon nuit all.. nite Sam
-me