River Queen, take me to Mother’s
And the heavens opened… We decided to go to New Orleans landmark Mother’s today for breakfast – great idea, shame about the weather. Debs and I set out early, just wanting to get out of the hotel, and found ourselves outside the Plaza d’Italia building. “I worked on a project based around this plaza,” I said. And I had. While still at University of Colorado, one of my instructors was partial to the Piazza, and constructed a project around it. I don’t remember doing very well, but it stuck with me, as evidenced by my reaction today. It’s been refurbished...
“I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees”
Well, today’s been a long day. We set out early from Memphis, aiming to get to Clarkesdale, Mississippi at a reasonable time to visit the Delta Blues Museum, grab some lunch at Morgan Freeman’s Ground Zero Club and get on the road to New Orleans. Sounds simple, no? We made good time and found the crossroads where blues musician Robert Johnson allegedly sold his soul to the devil in return for musical talent. When I say ‘found it’, I mean drove down Highway 61 and there it was. We got out and took the obligatory photos with the sign and...
