I just spent an incredible 8 days in New Orleans, celebrating my middle son's graduation from Loyola.
I'm one very proud (and very tired) mama.
I've been to New Orleans at least a dozen times over the past 15 years, and every time I go, I don't want to leave. When I woke up in Seattle today, I immediately thought of the daily morning walks I had grown accustomed to taking around the neighborhood of the charming apartment we rented.
During those leisurely strolls one of the best sights (and smells) we encountered was a smoker....right there on the sidewalk!
I am 99% sure if I set out right now - and walked 200 blocks all over Seattle - I would not be blessed again with the sweet intoxicating smell of hickory in the morning.
Unless I'm the one who fires up the tradition ;)