There’s Hope in New Orleans

I always figured Delmond as the hard-headed pragmatist of the group. Sitting in with Big Sam’s Funky Nation, he noted to a rather jubilant bar crowd:

Saw me some Indians tonight. Forgot what a thrill that was, man; I got goosebumps. I still got goosebumps. Indians on Mardi Gras day, man, kinda makes you think New Orleans might just make it … you know? Might just come back.

Unexpectedly, a woman shouts:

We back!

For once, I’m glad I was wrong.

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