by Max Brantley
Actually I'm driving, any minute now. A wedding calls me to my first visit to New Orleans since the storm. I fear what I'll find. I'm going to try to send a note or two, but posting will be sporadic until my return Tuesday.
I've got an iPod in my hand with Fats, the Magnificent Seventh brass band, Irma Thomas, Chris Kenner, Harry Connick and plenty more.
If all goes well, I'll be eating some stuffed eggplant at Galatoire's by early afternoon.