My love affair with New Orleans began back in 2002 when a friend invited me to visit during Jazz Fest.
She and I bonded when we both worked at The Roundabout Theater in New York — when telemarketing was at its peak.
She moved to NOLA and ended up in the arms of a legendary musician who was locally revered.
He was also almost 30 years older.
We linked back up years later via Facebook and she insisted that I choose New Orleans over LA.
I agreed. Despite everybody’s anxiety over me moving to a city that didn’t hold much promise and into the welcoming arms of someone that I hadn’t seen in awhile.
My stubborn streak led the way. And I departed to the place that I hoped would romantically embrace my literary pursuits.