It’s been very cold this week by our standards in New Orleans. No, it’s not Minnesota or Wisconsin cold but we have had two freezes with more to come. It may not be as cold as Chicago but our houses aren’t built for under 40 degree weather; they’re designed to stay as cool as possible in the summer, which means that even with central heat, baby it’s cold inside.
My circa 1920 house is raised off the ground and has high ceilings, which means that I’d be warmer if I could sleep on the ceiling. I have a bad case of Spidey envy right now. And our wood floors are *almost* frigid tonight because there ain’t nothing underneath them except for the wintery air. Trust me, if I liked the cold I’d live somewhere else…
The tourists have been complaining the last few days about how cold and windy it has been in the Quarter but my only response is, “it’s January.” My winter NOLA travel tip to friend and relations (very rarely the same thing) is to be prepared for temperatures ranging from 30 to 80. In short, look at the weather on the internets and, for chrissake, bring a fucking coat and don’t wear flip flops when it’s 42 degrees and damp, damp, damp.
Anyway, I’m cold tonight but not as cold as some of my readers who have to “run out in the cold rain and snow” like, say, the Del McCoury Band or the Grateful Dead. That’s right, this post was a feeble excuse to post two versions of one of my favorite wintery tunes:
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