One of sabbatical’s pleasures is to have lunch or dinner with someone whose work is not directly related to mine, just to have a conversation. A colleague from Cornell College was in town (well, okay, in the state) and so we decided to have dinner in New Orleans. It was well worth a drive across the Atchalafaya, across and down the Mississippi.
Don Chamberlain is leading a jazz ensemble of students to research in the Tulane Jazz archive. (Ooh, nice site.) I got to meet a couple of the students—they seem to be learning a lot about their subject and about life, while having a blast. They have mastered the streetcars.
I miss the music that simply soaks the city, particularly the Quarter, spilling out onto the sidewalks and even into the streets.
We went to Arnaud’s. I suppose that one way of measuring the delightfulness of the conversation over dinner, from my perspective, is that I had three things I forgot to tell him and at least three things I still wanted to ask him.