Reader, here’s the last post from my several weeks in New Orleans.
I’m including it because:
It’s October, the month of wandering spirits, benign and otherwise.
It reminds me of something you hear if you spend any time in New Orleans: Heads up. Watch out.
A couple weeks ago, I drove by this car on Bartholomew Street in the eastern part of the city. It had just been crunched by a matrix of venerable live-oak branches.
In another town, bystanders might shake their heads at the bad luck of the car owner.
In New Orleans, you might hear something else … a mention of a trickster spirit that can show up anywhere, anytime, to rattle your complacency. You need to keep your kit in order, or you’ll get reminded to. Examples:
Did you leave your car unlocked just for the five minutes you dashed into Walgreens, only to find your laptop gone when you returned?
Biking in Mid City, did the sidewalk, buckled by tree roots, flip you over the handlebars and chip your tooth?
Walking to a party six blocks from home, did a cloud you hadn’t even noticed rain gallons on you before disappearing into a sunny sky by the time you arrive, drenched, at the party?
When I saw the scene on Bartholomew Street, I thought of the trickster, especially when I looked at the rest of the tree.
Did it aim those branches?
Only New Orleans knows.