After a (five-day) weekend at Mom 2.0 in New Orleans, my op-ed on the school cafeteria chocolate milk ban running in today’s Wall Street Journal and @#$@ WordPress repeatedly crashing while I attempted to post about how I’d thought my left hand appeared on “The Daily Show” (to come, when we fix the problem), this is all I’ve got today:
A poem I bought from a man with a typewriter, at midnight on Saturday night, on Frenchmen Street in the French Quarter.
I had to look up Gustav Klimt.
More on NOLA, Mom 2.0, the French Quarter and then some, um, when spring break is over? Maybe before. It’s hard to say.
NOLA has a way of rocking your world doesn’t it?