WRNO...just like the good ol' days
The easiest route to reach my parents' house in Waveland is to head south towards Louisiana and then turn east back to Waveland. When I get close to New Orleans, I turn the satellite radio off. It's the only time I get to hear WRNO.
And it's like a time capsule. For just a moment, I feel young and hip and with it again. Ready to go out on a Saturday night when the humidity is down and you know your hair will stay right. And there's a bonfire on the beach with a pirogue full of boiled crawfish waiting for you. And later you and your two best friends will sing "Hotel California" at 2 a.m. in the moonlight on the edge of the beach.
Yes, it is a "lovely place." And you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. (Until your five-year-old screams from the back seat, "Mom, how do you get to the next level in Shrek?" at the top of his lungs. Then you leave too quickly - reality sets in again.)