Progress….

I am officially 1/4 through writing my book about New Orleans street signs for the History Press.  Of course, I am taking into account that I will probably need to edit/cut about 10,000 to 20,00 words but… DAMN!

This month I told my editor I would be a little late, but I did deliver 2x the amount of words. The streets I covered this month were.:

Dumaine, Martin Luther King, General Pershing (my favorite), Buddy Bolden, Dave Dixon, Poydras, Girod, Napoleon, Berlin, Cadiz, Constantinople, Desaix, Jena, Lyons, Marengo, Milan, Murat, Valence, Henriette DeLille.

What fun! And what a crazy month! And still with all of that all I can think of is – I met the Dalai Lama. And it’s the whole “small-town-girl” thang. And how I never felt suffocated by my circumstances, or superior – but always loved where I can from – and marveled at the width of the world yet the next-door-neighbor mentality.

I do need to record some of my moments – and I am still amazed how fortunate I am to have met the people I have met and had the adventures I have had. With that said – it’s pretty exhautinng.

Right now I am finishing up an article on prohibition in New Orleans. I mentioned before how I contacted the Roosevelt Hotel about having an event regarding their place in history. So, I just turned my book pages in to my editor and now I am frantically working on writing an article for the Louisiana Cultural Vistas magazine about prohibition. It’s due next week… And the drama and theatrical lamentation of prohibition makes me mourn the loss of the Times Picayune even more…

Anyway, my article is due next week and I will be giving a lecture on prohibition on November 12th at the Old U.S. Mint, and I can guarantee that it will be awesome. So much planned!

I met with Greg Lambousy a few weeks ago and he took me on a tour of some of the jail cells at the Mint – pretty fantastically amazing – and I hope to do some photos soon.

But nose to the grindstone. Have fun. Learn. Grow. Love…. Mortified at the Hallmarkness of this post, but the Dalai Lama held my hand and came up and talked to me so I feel like I can ride the wave of mushiness for awhile…

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