1 day ago
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
To find a summer hat
It won't be long until Straw Hat Day and mine has become a mite shabby. I mentioned this over breakfast and Mrs. T gamely inquired what I intended to do about it. Last time I was in need we took an excursion to the seediest neighborhood in Mayberry, a feat Mrs. T promised never to duplicate. No, I reported, I believe I have located a purveyor in New Orleans. It's the week before Easter, they should be well stocked.
Remarkably, she took the bait. What's your real motive?
That the Mayberry boy Tennessee Williams/New Orleans Literary Festival is this weekend, and his birthday is Tuesday didn't fly, nor did the news of the anniversary of Ken Toole's death, also on Tuesday, get a response. Not having grown up on this planet, Mrs. T had never heard of, nor read Confederacy of Dunces. We could fill up on Lucky Dogs was also a no go, as was it was likely to be 40 degrees warmer in the Crescent City than in Mayberry.
The last card in my deck was trumps. I've two airline tickets and a room booked for four nights within walking distance of beignets and Galatoire's. Finally, a smile. We leave at dawn Thursday.
Could be the world's most expensive hat.