We’re getting out of the city and going camping this weekend.

I’m going to have brunch at Wayfare, then I’m firing up the smoker to make some salmon for a late Sunday Saints pre-season brunch game viewing. No news, no NPR...nothing. I might get a snoball because snoballs are awesome.

It’s been 10 years since Hurricane Katrina, and you probably already know this is because seven million writers all descended upon the town this summer to craft their own meditations on what it all MEANS.

As a NOLA resident who had to go into exile for a year in Houston, we have looooong since passed the point of too many.