New Orleans the Long Way
by Kọ́lá Túbọ̀sún
“Let’s drive to New Orleans!” I said in February—an impulsive suggestion that had emerged not from contemplation or planning, but out of whimsy. In Minnesota, the trees remained dead from the weight of winter, and every few weeks the snow threatened to return, keeping the dream of spring away.
“You sure?” my wife asked.
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