Sunday, February 13, 2005

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.)


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