No way this journal moment can hold all the Treme thoughts and memories and uptown 12th and 13th ward memories too. Even some 14th, 16th and 17th and 7th (lower 7th) memories too.
Finally, as I was walking out of the theater, I wondered how many of the patrons that night had first seen Troy Andrews on the streets of the French Quarter working the tourists with his brother James, little 12, Troy was out there when he was a pre-schooler already being schooled as an entertainer. Mr. Barker. Are you looking down over us now.
Ok, this may seem vague and confused to you, the reader, since I am mumbling/musing out loud. I'm going to make this post public anyway since it will remind me that I've got some things to say to the creators. Starting with thanks of course. The rest another day.