|Jazz in Armstrong Park every Thursday|
|Photo courtesy of nola.com. Louis Armstrong in the middle. Thanks for the memories|
|Photo courtesy of the New Orleans Advocate|
I could have taken my own picture from the neutral ground in North Broad Street, but it would have looked the same. It is what it is. Why mess with perfection?
Though Louis Armstrong never came back to New Orleans, he lived out his days and died in Queens, he always signed his letters, "Red beans and ricely yours." If you read his memoir, "Satchmo," you will understand why he loved this city so much that it hurt.
As far as we can tell, after delving through the historical record, Louis Armstrong never lived on Esplanade Avenue like Degas did. Like everyone else who lives in New Orleans, he must have known the street well. It is one of the most beautifully perfect streets in the city. It always has been. It always will be as long as we have something to do with it.
Louis Armstrong, who was a United Nations goodwill ambassador, left a legacy that lives on in New Orleans. He is revered in the city, rightly so, as if to make up for snubbing him during the days when Plessy vs. Fergussen set the law of the land. New Orleans is a city littered with bright spots and demerits, like the dappled shade under the live oaks that line our street. It is a city of sometimes cruel contradictions that are shrugged off like palmetto bugs on a summer's eve. Life is what you make of it when there is music in the streets.
|La Belle Esplanade|
A votre santé,
La Belle Esplanade bed and breakfast.
We remain red beans and ricely yours. We will see on Thursday, and on every other day of this new millennium. To your health. Laissez les bon temps rouler.