In Traffic
We left for New Iberia early Monday morning, Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, a holiday.
It was overcast, a light drizzle, expected to turn cold. The previous day, Larry
had worn shorts and flip-flops.
We stopped at La Boulangeie, on Magazine,
on the way out of town, and got French pastry and coffee, to go, and ate it in the
car.
What with broken stoplights, street signs down, glass and debris in
the road, potholes, and, mainly, cars too large for parking spaces and streets, plus
people driving with a cell phone up to their ear or a listening device in their ear,
driving in New Orleans is an adventure.
We got on I-10 and headed for Baton
Rouge.
On the way out of town, there was a fender-bender, and traffic coming
into town was at a standstill, for miles back.
"Imagine commuting in
this every day," I said to Brenda.
"Today's light," she said,
"being a holiday."