It’s been two years since I’ve seen my dad, so the day my second vaccine was two weeks old, my daughter and I hightailed it to New Orleans. For those who haven’t traveled yet, tourism is a whole new world. While it was nice to have plenty of elbow room on the plane (masks on, of course), five days with no hotel housekeeping got old (and dusty). New Orleans, a city whose main industry is tourism, is lurching back to life. Lucky for us, we had a fantastic late Friday boozy lunch at Galatoire’s (a family tradition), feasted on buckets of crawfish and a few too many fried oysters. New Orleanians are a resilient bunch, and it was restorative to be there. When we asked our airport cabbie how he was, he replied, “too blessed to be stressed!” Could be a new motto!

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