It was a cold Woods Walk today. The Old Man has gone from spring to winter in a week. In fact, it got a little warm in New Orleans most of the time we were there. MJ reminded me of a week ago, when we took our tour of the National World War II Museum, and then we had the good fortune of obtaining four seats together at the Carousel Bar at the Hotel Monteleone in the French Quarter. We had lain in wait for four seats together but were unsuccessful on a couple of occassions. The Carousel is historically famous. It completes a round of its rotation every twenty minutes. The happy, frenetic activity of the experience was fun.

I often speculate on the possibilities of alternate universes and found one in the French Quarter. People intrigue me. The people of the French Quarter fascinated me. There is a spiritual ambiance in the Quarter. A lack of concern for rhetoric and a focus on life. Have you ever danced in the street? They do in the French Quarter. The debate of what is truth and what is fake news melts in the hope of playing music and singing songs with the Angels as your audience.

Here we are, embarking on the journey through 2026. We knew it would be special in 2025. Time for a sense of place and something new. A year for traditions and new customs. We have instituted Sunday Game Day on the first Sunday of each month. Also, a plan to play Bingo on Wednesday evenings. Plans are in the works for a return to the French Quarter. It is a place we had fun, and that is no small thing for the Old Man.

Life is a magic mysterious journey. We live it once and should seek to understand it from the Angel’s View.