Visions of New Orleans (2)

Thanks to an email from a traveling companion, I can add a few details to the story in the last post…

Our friend’s name was Willie Metcalf. Our friend also got lost on our journey to the out-of-way jazz club, increasing our fear that we may not make it out alive. And, lastly, when we managed to get back together at the end of the night, we gave Willie a ride home in our RV, sharing a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (a staple on the journey) with him. Apparently, it didn’t agree with him.

Thanks, Dan.