I do, and I’m missing it so much right now, I have tears running down my cheeks.
The city is a bold blend of architecture, cultures, food and music that is unique in America. This tune, which I fell in love with when I lived in New Orleans, has been running through my head over and over as I monitor the horrific path of Hurricane Gustov.
“Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans, and miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong… this feelings gettin’ stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines…the tall sugar pines
Where mockin’ birds used to sing
And I’d like to see that lazy Mississippi…hurryin’ into spring.
The moonlight on the bayou…….a creole tune…. that fills the air;
I dream… about magnolias in bloom……and I’m wishin’ I was there
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that’s where you left your heart.”
I first heard this old Louis Armstrong song at the Old Absinth Bar on Royal Street. It immediately became my theme song, because I knew our time in the Big Easy was limited. The bank I worked for was moving its corporate headquarters to Jackson, Mississippi. I proceeded to overdose on New Orleans, taking advantage of every amenity it offered. What a great experience.
Hang on girl. Stand up against that bad guy Gustov. You can make it.