Hey Sugar! (HNY)

Here you go, 6 hours to the new year in NO, just turning over in the UK...

What have you learned?  What have you done?  What have you remembered?  What have you forgotten?  Oh, 2017.  Embarrassment and conviction and enthusiasm and dreams.  You had it all.

Preservation Hall and Sugar Bowl tomorrow, to welcome in the silver dollar with a nice face wash.  A lucky one, surely.  Where to tonight?  I know yet not.  The comfort of a warm-body, for a biennial tradition?  I see no reason why not.  Heh. Sad though, to see that blonde with the hat tonight, and others, who in other lives would have you motivated to move mountains.  Poetic.

But.  As we listen to kind of blue.  Hard to have regrets.  This city seems one of near misses and yet extraordinary hospitality.  As if it is trying but just can't pull it off properly, fully.  

What it might have been like if you came here before.  Younger.  Who can say?  I am here now, soaking it in, not in my best of states, but perhaps wiser.  Mentally stronger.  More humble and sceptical and sarcastic.  And with a mind to a solution.  A Freeport purchase.  

Check in next year on the progress.  I fancy the chances...