“Now we’re going home, as the eagles soar; we have found shalom – at your open door…”

Yes, Rutgers Hillel friends, the title of tonight’s blog post IS from a Safam song. Rich suggested it, actually. Surprised? Me, too! For those not in the know, Safam is a Jewish Musical group, incredibly popular and successful, and whose many years of music I know by heart. And I am not alone. Safam was pretty much the object of my HERO worship for most of the eighties and the nineties. So, we are using their words to mark our last night camping.
We left Cave City, Kentucky about 9:30 this morning. Within the hour, we were back in the Eastern Standard Time Zone, so, time literally flew! As we made our way through Kentucky, it seemed that every exit offered another museum or another national landmark. And, Kentucky is beautiful. So, although not on our radar…Kentucky is a definite future camping destination location. We thought it out – New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Kentucky, and then Missouri, Kansas, Nebraska and Iowa. This is how our future trips develop; we have a single idea, and build around it. I build dramatically, and then Rich, the ONLY DRIVER! – cuts it down to reality. My only concern in traveling in those last four states is the recent history of unspeakable weather disasters. Traveling in a Motorhome is not the safest way to go, to be sure. However, those are dreams for another day.
Kentucky led us into Ohio. From the road, the Cincinatti skyline was magnificent. We didn’t go off to explore; the hour was getting late. During most of the drive, my Mom and I were taking care of paperwork and legalities dealing with my Dad’s death. Ya know, no one ever gave us a comprehensive list of everything to remember and handle when a family member passes away. We were almost playing a game – just thinking of phone calls that needed to be made, and situations that needed attention. We were mentally drained. Thank G-d for cell phones and 4G service when you need it.
We pulled into the Spring Valley Campground in Cambridge, Ohio at 5. It’s another really pretty campground. It’s more wooded than we usually like, but it is very, very peaceful. I think during the week, these campgrounds are the epitome of peace and quiet, and on the weekends, they can be “party city”. Although, on this entire trip, every campground was quiet. It’s really a good place for a good night’s sleep. Having said that, I haven’t been sleeping well – just too much on my mind. But, if I WERE in a good place mentally – then – THIS would be a GREAT place to nod off!
Last night’s trivia question was answered super quickly by our friend, Marsha. The capital of Kentucky is Frankfort (which also is Michelle Rich’s maiden name…for those that know or care). Tonight’s trivia – without looking the information up, how many different time zones are there in the world? Closest, quickest answer wins, and will be revealed tomorrow. Unless, of course, no one guesses – and then it will just be a sad, sorry little sentence in the post. My self esteem will, of course, deplete (since it’s so high to begin with!), and who’s to say what will happen? So, please, take a guess. Winner gets…nothing except bragging rights!
Rich and I are sitting outside as a fire is burning out. Mom is (I hope) sleeping peacefully in bed in our RV, right behind us. She’s been a real sport and a trooper, I have to say. The shlepping hasn’t been easy – but it certainly has been her adventure. She told us that for her High School graduation from East Side High in Paterson, New Jersey, she went with her girlfriend Annie (of COURSE she remembers the girl’s name!) by train ALL THE WAY TO Asbury Park, New Jersey! Seriously! So, traveling through West Virginia, Tennessee, Kentucky and Ohio definitely was a new experience for her. And, who is to say at what age adventures should stop? Certainly not I. And in light of all these new and exciting happenings, my Mom most wants to visit…her own bed! And we will get her there, by tomorrow. Wishing you all a good night, and a bright sunrise. I will end with two of the latest pictures of Mikaela on her adventures in Israel.
Marla and Rich

“The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home…”

Good evening from Cave City, Kentucky! This is the 36th state we have visited (in addition to one Canadian province). We are at the Cave Country RV Park – and it is gorgeous. Weeping willow trees, flowers, wood carvings and beautiful brick fire rings surround us. It is peaceful and clean. The moon is shining bright, and the weather has cooled off nicely.
I have to catch up on the last few days. On Friday, we were still in New Orleans. Rich got up early and went into the French Quarter, to try and score a piece of art that was less than $200.00. Seriously. Well, he was able to talk his way into a bargain – and we now have an original piece of “Cafe Du Monde” art! It’s very pretty. We then packed up and left, and had an uneventful drive north. We drove in and out of rainstorms three times — and the clouds were incredible. We finished our ride back up in Southaven, Mississippi, where we were last weekend. It was a long, long drive. Rich made a delicious dinner of barbecued wings, and we had corn, summer squash, tabouli, and more. We ate ourselves to sleep!
During my Saturday reading fury, I finished the current vacation book. I was reading “All Fall Down”, by Jennifer Weiner. She is my favorite author. This book was a downer, unfortunately. A 30 something year old mom develops a drug problem, and it’s “all fall down”. It’s NOT an uplifting, funny feel good book. Weiner writes so well, and I am drawn to everything she creates. However, this one was not in the top 5. So, if you want to be depressed, this is the BEST depressing story there is.
We went swimming, we went in the hot tub, we went for an evening bike ride around the RV Park. And then, the highlight of the evening….laundry! I have to say, the machines at this park were expensive, and we only did a load or two. Rich then wanted to walk to an ice cream parlor, about a half mile away. It was 11 pm, it was dark, it was MISSISSIPPI. I said no. Call me crazy – but I said no. So we went to sleep – cranky!
This morning began with a massage for Rich. He enjoyed that experience! We left the RV Park, and headed back to Memphis, to “Kabat Manor” – to spend some time at my brother and sister-in-law’s house, and to pick up my Mom for the trip home. We went swimming, and had a really delicious deli lunch. We got to visit with Alan and Bonnie, Hunter and Austin and Elda – which we don’t get to do too often. After a few hours we got our things together, said our goodbyes, and headed north. And, here we are, in Cave City, Kentucky. Now, you’re up to date.
The last trivia question was about Jefferson Davis (Rich’s least favorite hero!). The answer: Davis proposed using CAMELS to deal with the ever increasing need for transportation in the United States. No one got that right, I believe. Oh – and my Mom caught a spelling error in one of my former blogs (thanks, Mom!). It should be FLEA market, not flee market. Today’s trivia question: Really easy – What’s the capital of Kentucky? (For extra credit: What does Michelle Rich have in common with the capital of Kentucky?) That’s all for today. See ya tomorrow.
Marla and Rich

“This land is your land, this land is my land, from California, to the New York Island, from the Redwood Forests, to the Gulf Stream Waters….”

As of today, we have now visited all of the places in the above mentioned lyrics. Early this morning, we headed out on I-10 East. And, an hour or so later, we were in Biloxi, Mississippi. This was one of our original destination wishes for this year. Biloxi is beautiful! We pulled into town and onto Beach Boulevard, and found…the beach. In Biloxi, there are 26 miles of soft white sand. To take advantage of the beach, simply turn off the road, and park in one of the lots, or along the pull off – FOR FREE – and then step onto the sand – FOR FREE! Hey, New Jersey — did you ever hear of free??? The sand is white, soft, and not too hot. The waters of the gulf coast were calm, shallow, warm, and blue. We walked out onto a beautiful peer; we sat and ate a peaceful lunch under our umbrella. It was so nice. I also need to mention the people. Everyone was so nice, and so friendly. The word attitude has no meaning in Biloxi. We both remarked that the friendliness was refreshing – and, at times, we almost didn’t know how to respond. It was a very lovely morning.
We stopped at the visitor’s center, which was beautiful, historic location. The woman at the desk shared with me that Biloxi took a direct hit during Katrina, and the entire area that we visited today was decimated. The residents weren’t allowed back for a month – and when they returned, some of them found nothing. It’s nine years next month, and the rebuilding continues. And she said that their hearts went out for the NORTHEAST, when we were hit with Super Storm Sandy. They were hurting for US. Amazing. Here’s how Rich described our travels: “The nice day was tempered by the sad site of dozens of empty properties along the beach where large plantation style homes once stood. The remnants are still there-chimneys, driveways, concrete foundations-but no houses. Nine years after Katrina, they still are working to recover. Very sad!” During the day, we passed through the beach front properties of Biloxi, Gulfport, Pass Christian, and more. The story was the same…rebuilt mansions, and empty, depressing slabs. For sale signs existed at every property. And again, as I said before, I hope those people are in a better place.
The one tourist attraction we took in while in Biloxi was “Beauvoir”, The Jefferson Davis home and Presidential library. Here’s Rich’s take, as a history teacher: “Beautiful day today at the beach in Biloxi, Mississippi. Visited the home of the treasonous President of the Confederacy, Jefferson Davis. It is ridiculous how he is stilled viewed heroically here in Mississippi. He even has a Presidential library. The Beauvoir Estate was interesting, but the view of the Mississippians is not that much different than it was 150 years ago.” Rich was REALLY bothered by the heroic way Jefferson Davis was revered as a true American. He voiced his opinion often (I’m surprised we weren’t shot!). I have to admit – it didn’t really push my buttons. I just thought Rich’s severe reaction was…funny!
The attraction includes a short film, a visit to his library, a gift shop (of course!), the actual Beauvoir Estate house, a tour of the grounds, and a horse-drawn wagon ride. The wagon ride was like a hay ride..WITHOUT the hay, and WITH all the BUMPS! There was a guided tour of the house, given by the most long winded man in the history of the world. There’s a difference between interesting, informative, and OH MY G-D! The main floor only had 7 or 8 rooms to see – and the explanation went on forever. Normally, when there’s a guided tour, the person speaks, the visitors explore – and the process repeats itself. Here, the person spoke – and we stood still. For a very, very long time. The house is beautiful – but there just was too much standing and listening – and too little to explore. The Beauvoir took a direct hit from Katrina as well – and is still in the process of renovating and rebuilding. They have done a wonderful job in their restoration process up till now. There was beautiful detailed painting and furnishing. It just wasn’t one of the top tours we have experienced.
So, today’s trivia question has to do with Davis. In the mid 1800’s what interesting proposal did Jefferson Davis make to deal with the ever increasing need for transportation in the United States? Answer tomorrow. Our friend Robin guessed yesterday’s answer – a little plastic or porcelin baby is baked inside the King’s Cake. There were several others who got the right answer – but Robin was first.
After Beauvoir, we drove back to New Orleans along Beach Boulevard/Route 90. It was a beautiful drive. We picked up ANOTHER delicious dinner from the Kosher Cajun place, and we are getting ready to leave early tomorrow morning. Ah, N’awlins…you didn’t disappoint! And, I do believe we will be back again sometime to explore more of the Gulf Coast, as its beauty took us by surprise. Additionally, the ease of getting from place to place was shocking as well – and much appreciated. New Orleans and Biloxi – I rate them a 10 out of 10. Enjoy today’s pictures.
Marla and Rich

On the pier in Biloxi

The Gulf Stream Beach

Beauvoir

The view from the front porch of Beauvoir

The boudoir at Beauvoir

“….Good night, America, how are you? Say, don’t you know me? I’m your native son, I’m the train they call the City Of New Orleans….”

Today we experienced the French Quarter by early day, and by late night. We began our morning at one of the Louisiana State Museums, the Presbytere, in Jackson Square. There was a very comprehensive exhibit on Hurricane Katrina that I wanted to see. It was an interesting, multi-media experience highlighting the before, during and after personal experiences of Katrina survivors. It made us sad and it made us angry. I believe that the most horrific stories of that devastation were the injustices committed on those in the Superdome and the Convention Center. The line that was repeated over and over was “We were IN America!”. I find it ironic that we revisited the Katrina Disaster on the same morning as former New Orleans Ray Nagin was sentenced to 10 years in jail for corruption. I understand that he was not convicted for any problems with Katrina — but I DO believe in Karma. Enough said. The second exhibit in the Presbytere was an in-depth look at Mardi Gras. Is it against the law for a New Orleans tourist to say that she is not all that interested in Mardi Gras? We looked, we “hmmmm-ed”, we left.
There is a place in the French Quarter called the French Market. It is a huge, outdoor flee market, right on Decatur Street. It was an interesting tourist “trap” – but we didn’t get trapped at all. The sky was growing increasingly dark, and the sound of thunder was looming ever closer. We headed back to the car – making it before any precipitation fell. Our second destination of the day was Metairie, La., at the Kosher Cajun NY Deli & Grocery. Yummy! We promised ourselves that we would look for a Kosher Restaurant while in the area. The food was very tasty and hit the spot. We both had deli sandwiches, and Rich had red beans with rice and ‘sausage’. It was a fabulous choice. While eating, we saw that the skies opened up, and there was a very strong thunderstorm. We were glad to be somewhere dry! We drove home after our meal and after the rain slowed, and took a break. I have to admit that I am not sleeping well at night, so I needed to lay down before we could finish our experiences today. Israel never leaves my mind. Never.
We felt that we couldn’t be in the Big Easy without experiencing Bourbon Street…at night. We went back about 8:30 this evening. The whole climate changed. The streets surrounding Bourbon were silent, with the occasional sad sound of a street corner musician, playing jazz on his clarinet. Bourbon Street, however, was alive! There were people everywhere, of all ages and types. The clothing ranged from casual to insane. There were “Clubs for…ummm…Gentlemen” wherever you looked. But the MOST plentiful thing around, was alcohol. I bet you’re not surprised! It is most amusing to watch people. It is MORE amusing to watch people WATCH people! The reactions are precious. We found a small courtyard in which to sit, and we ordered our mandatory alcoholic refreshments. I had a frozen margarita. It was alright – nothing I would order again. It was a bit too tart. And, in full disclosure, I couldn’t finish it. Yes – I am a lightweight. I admit it. Rich had a Fireball Tart. He DID finish his. The courtyard had a nice, relaxing atmosphere, an older, calmer crowd than the other bars, and it was very “chill”. I appreciated that. We slowly walked back to the car. As I said earlier, everything outside of Bourbon Street was just silent. As we walked back to the car, it went from silent, to creepy, to “get me out of here”! We left the French Quarter, and headed straight home. I get the idea that midnight, off of Bourbon, is not the best place we could choose to be. Tomorrow’s adventures will not be back in the French Quarter…but way more EAST. That’s all I will say.
No one even attempted the trivia from yesterday. The 2 statues in Lafayette Square are…Benjamin Franklin, and Henry Clay. Yeah…we don’t get it either. Today’s trivia question: The Mardi Gras Season holds many traditions. One such tradition is the delicacy of King’s Cake. What’s inside of King’s Cake? Answer tomorrow.
My son Judah sent me the following today – he said it made him think of my Dad. I completely concur. “If I can make at least one person smile, or pee their pants a little, or maybe spit out a drink, then my day was not wasted.” Amen. Have a peaceful day, everyone.
Marla and Rich

Jackson Square at noon – looking very dark and ominous. Love this shot.

Hurricane Katrina Salvage

An incredibly ominous sky

“There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun….”

The Animals recorded this song in 1964. Wow – there was MUSIC back then? There are many legends as to the real meaning of the song, and I’m not going to get into any of them. I’m using the song because we were back in the French Quarter again today, and we explored some more of the interesting shops and back alley ways. There was, thankfully, no sun today – which made it a bit more comfortable walking around than it was yesterday. Let’s start at the beginning.
We planned to leave at 9:45. At 9:30, we got a phone call from Mikaela, in Israel. At 9:40, it began to pour outside. And there went our plans to leave at 9:45. Mikaela was calling from her youth hostel in Eilat, in Southern Israel. She was telling me her tales of hiking Masada, and floating in the Dead Sea. She is having such an incredible experience. Some of Mikaela’s friends from her 2013 USY on Wheels trip cross country are in Israel also – albeit on a different trip than she. This provides a great opportunity for reunions with friends she hasn’t seen in awhile. Mikaela loves those reunions.
I would be remiss – and lying – if I didn’t mention how frightened I am at the current situation in Israel, knowing that Mikaela is there. When Israel is under fire, we in the United States are praying, and scared, and watching the news for constant, truthful updates. I have long time friends and children of friends that are living in many different places. However, with my own daughter there – I find it hard to breathe. I am here, in New Orleans, taking in as many sights and sounds as I can devour – but my mind and my heart are 6,000 miles away – and drenched in fear. The best that I can do is hide that fear when I am on the phone with her. And that, according to Rich, I did very well today. It must be all that acting training I had at Rutgers in the eighties.
So, with the best laid plans of mice and men having a mind of their own, we got on the road closer to 11:00. We had a game plan, and it worked out quite well. We started out in the Business/Wharehouse District. We went to see “Lafayette Square”, “Lee Circle”, and a few other historic points. The Business District is beautiful. They are doing a lot of construction and restoration, so our exploration was painfully interrupted by jackhammers and tractors all day long. We went to Lafayette Square. ” First known as Place Gravier, it became Lafayette Square after Lafayette’s visit to New Orleans in 1825.” It is a landmark dedicated to Marquis de Lafayette, and his role in the American revolution. TRIVIA QUESTION WITHOUT GOOGLING: Name ONE of the two statues prominently displayed in Lafayette Square. And, unlike Grant’s Tomb…NEITHER of the statues, ironically, is of Lafayette!!! Answer tomorrow.
We walked a few blocks more, and found Lee Circle, and a huge statue of Robert E. Lee. The Circle is elevated, and provided us with a nice view of the surrounding blocks. As we were taking a few last looks, a RAT ran out from under some bushes. EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW! (Did ya get that, folks?) We said a quick adios to Lee, and headed back to the car. I know rats exist everywhere, and in all of the biggest cities in the nation. I just didn’t want to ever SEE any. Our next step – away from that area – was the Garden District. We were told there were some gorgeous, old plantation style homes. That report was correct – the homes are amazing. We parked in front of a very secluded but enormous estate, and we were told by a landscaper that it belonged to…Sandra Bullock! Well, she must be loaded! We took our own tour of the homes, and then headed 2 blocks down to Lafayette Cemetery. We were told that some of the “Voodoo” influence that New Orleans has (and it has quite a bit) comes from the many above ground cemeteries. All cemeteries are filled with crypts, as the city is built on a swamp, and the crypts are the only way to entomb loved ones. These cemeteries date back to the early 1800’s. It was interesting and creepy at the same time. All the signs in the French Quarter advertise the many different tours that are offered: the Garden District tour, the Business District tour, the Cemetery tour, the French Quarter tour, and more. We did all of them by ourselves!
It was about 1:30 by the time we got back to the French Quarter. We headed to a cheaper parking garage, and then to “Huck Finn’s” for lunch. Across from the parking garage, we found a store that said “Jewelry – Judaica”. Who would have thought? So we went inside, and found gorgeous jewelry. We made a purchase – or two. We had a fabulous discussion with the gentleman in the store (sorry – I didn’t get your name, if you’re reading!). He was thinking about becoming an RVer – and we were telling him about the wonders of the journey. Hopefully, we convinced him to take action! We were starving – and high tailed it to Huck Finn’s. The food and atmosphere were delicious. I just have two words: Fried Pickles! The service was excellent. And the restaurant was watching the World Cup debacle on the many flat screens. There apparently were many fans of Germany in the restaurant – and they were screaming! Unfortunately, the 2 tourists wearing Brazil team jerseys were hiding at the bar. As for the Zirins, I can honestly say, we couldn’t care less. When we left, we were so stuffed from the sandwiches we had, that we immediately changed our dinner plans, and that lunch became our dinner. It’s almost 12 hours later…and we’re still not hungry.
The next two hours were filled with further exploration of art galleries, mask distributors, and back alley picture taking. WE tried to get to some places we hadn’t seen yesterday. It was cloudy and a bit cooler, and drizzling a little. We loved it. We ventured back to Bourbon Street to get a picture of Channing Tatum’s restaurant “Saints and Sinners”. Our on line friends tell us it’s a bit raunchy on the inside. From the outside – it’s nothing special. My feet were screaming to stop – and so we did. We got the car, found some new things to explore tomorrow, and headed back to the RV Park. Between the heat, the walking, and some of the emotional stress, I was just done for the day. We relaxed for the rest of the night. And it felt good. Rich even ventured into the hot tub, and said it was really clean and nice. It was a good chance to take a breath.
Yesterday’s trivia answer was Andrew Jackson, and friend Leslie got that one really quickly. You guys are doing very well! With prayers for peace and safety, I’m going to sleep, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Here are some pictures from today.
Marla and Rich

Sandra Bullock’s house

Lafayette Cemetery…a bit creepy

A beautiful alley way off of Decatur

“Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans…”

Today, Rich picked this song title by Chuck Berry. We weren’t close to New Orleans…we were IN New Orleans! The day started early. We were picked up, at our “front door”, by a gentleman from Enterprise Rent-a-Car. We had called and ordered a car in advance. The entire process took just minutes, and before we knew it, we were traveling in style in a Hyundai Elantra. We had just seen a report on the news on the germs and dirt that can be found in rental cars. So, as soon as the employee was out of view…we wiped down the entire car with Lysol wipes! Rich was thrown, at first, by the size of the car – he’s been driving a HOUSE for 1400 miles! For me, it was just another passenger seat. I was fine. In a very short time, we found ourselves in the French Quarter. Thanks to the navigation app “WAZE”, we had no trouble getting around. We found parking in a city lot – $18.00 for 6 hours. Not great, but it’s not terrible either. It was right where we needed to be. We headed into the heart of things – armed with Google, and a city map.
Our first stop was at Cafe Dumond, on Decatur Street. Our daughter Mikaela told us about Cafe Dumond, as she visited the famed eatery twice during her 2013 USY visits to New Orleans. I was expecting a quaint cafe. Wrong! Cafe Dumond is a large, informal, open air eatery, with many tables and chairs, and even more customers. They serve coffee, soda, water…and beignets. These are world famous beignets. A beignet is a puff of fried dough, COVERED in powdered sugar. So Rich and I split an order – they come in servings of 3. Rich says they taste like zeppoles, or funnel cake. He wasn’t overly impressed. (What does he know???) My comparison will only be understood by two people in the whole world – my mother, and my brother. Since my brother reads none of my stuff, I hope this will be appreciated by my Mom. A beignet tastes like a cross between a “fritlach”, that my Nana used to make for the Jewish holiday of Purim, and a “bubelach”, that my Nana used to make for Passover. I calls ’em as I sees ’em! And today, I loved them. My friend Melissa reminded me they were fattening….really? Thanks, for that. I only had 1 and a half, so I feel safe. And, we walked for about 4 hours total, so I think I may have balanced it out. Whatever I didn’t walk off, I sweat off.
After the sugar rush, and the caffeine rush we got from the coffee, we headed down Decatur. There were snacks, souvenirs, artwork, chatchkas, and more. I loved looking in all the shops. What I loved more than the looking, was the air conditioning! Today was HOT and HUMID. Not any hotter than New Jersey, but just as hot as New Jersey. The air conditioned shops provided welcomed relief. We walked down Decatur, and came upon Jackson Square – which is a beautiful park right in the middle of the block. Around the park there were several artists, displaying their beautiful talent. However, I know why they call them starving artists – their prices were ridiculous! It was interesting to see the interpretation of the area in their work. We left the park, walked up St. Ann, and headed to the world famous Bourbon Street!
The entire French Quarter is unlike anywhere we have ever been. There’s jazz music playing on every block. The buildings are old fashioned, but with a modern charm as well. It’s where historic architecture meets fraternity row! The French Quarter is just so unique. Some streets have more shops, some have more restaurants, and some have more hotels. On Bourbon, we found shops, bars, restaurants, hotels…and more bars. And a distinct smell. Highland Park friends…do you know what Raritan Avenue smells like, in the summer, in the morning, DURING garbage pick up? If the answer is YES, then you ALSO know what Bourbon Street smells like in July. Blech. We continued down Bourbon, took in every sight and sound…and headed down towards the Mississippi, to see if we could catch some breeze.
We headed down the Riverwalk, and saw some unexpected sights: a Plaza dedicated to Spain, a mall with many modern upscale stores, and a Holocaust Memorial. The Memorial was created by the Israeli artist Yaacov Agam. It gives the observer a different view and a different meaning, depending on where you stand to view it. It was very interesting and moving.
The day was growing long, the hour late, and my feet were killing me. We bought one last souvenir, and went back to the car. We decided to explore on our own a little bit. We took a drive to the lower ninth ward. This is the area that was completely destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. It is 9 years since the devastation. We saw homes that were STILL in need of repair or demolition. They just seemed to be abandoned. And, interestingly enough, it was very random — there were homes that were beautiful right next to homes that seemed untouched. The roads were almost impassable – think New Jersey potholes – times ten. I can only hope that the families from those destroyed homes are in a better place – and you can take that any way you want. After our sobering trip, we headed back to the RV Park, to collapse.
Yesterday’s trivia was answered by a bunch of people, in a bunch of parts. The correct answer was “Ode to Billy Joe”, by Bobbie Gentry. It was a very popular question! Thanks to all the “old folks” out there who weighed in! Today’s question comes from Rich (so it’s way more historical and intelligent than my questions!): What former president saved New Orleans from attack by the British in the War of 1812. The answer will be in tomorrow’s blog.
One last comment: today, our daughter Mikaela, who is in Israel at present, climbed Masada at sunrise. She then went to the Dead Sea, for a “float”. She is having a blast in Israel. We are, admittedly, apprehensive at the current news from Israel, and pray for safety for all. Last week, on our way down, I shared that my Mom was entertaining us with stories about my Dad. One is quite fitting. For my parents’ 40th wedding anniversary, in 1993, they went to Israel. They went up Masada (they did NOT hike, I am told). Atop Masada, my father took note of some large boulders. He turned to someone and shared the following: “Hey, do you know what those are? They aren’t rocks…they’re my wife’s matzoh balls!!” Even in the promised land. That was my Dad. Catch ya tomorrow. I’ll try to attach some pictures from today.

In front of Cafe Dumond

Pretty Street View

Homes in the ninth ward

Marla and Rich

“…I’m going back someday, come what may, to Blue Bayou, where the folks are fine, and the world is mine on Blue Bayou…”

Thank you, Linda Ronstadt, for today’s title…as we passed the Bayou on our way into…New Orleans! I was just too exhausted to write last night, so I will send this off this morning.
Before we left Mississippi, I wanted to take advantage of a special amenity that the RV park had to offer: a massage. It isn’t often that one mixes spa with camping, but…wow. The masseuse, Regina, was excellent. I am so glad that I went – and we made an appointment for Rich for next Sunday, as we will be back there next weekend. She recommended an Epsom Salt bath as a follow up…which is the only thing our RV does not allow. No tub. I think an Epsom Salt shower just won’t cut it!
We packed up, drove to Walmart (our favorite!), and restocked our produce. And then, Rich took us on a 5 and a half hour drive straight into New Orleans. During the ride, we listened to Billy Crystal’s book: Still Foolin’ ‘Em: Where I’ve Been, Where I’m Going, and Where the Hell Are My Keys? It is very funny. And, it’s 7 CD’s, so there’s still so much left to hear. There is not much to report about the ride – the scenery was green, as usual. Today’s trivia question does come from the drive down I-55; and it’s really for my OLDER readers (you decide if you fit the bill!). While in Mississippi, we drove over the Tallahatchie River. Quick – What song and singer came to mind? Answer tomorrow. NO GOOGLE!!! The answer to the last triviaquestion had to do with age, and no one got the answer. This was the first Wimbleton Women’s Final where both competitors were born after 1990. Oy.
At about 6 pm on Sunday, we actually hit the New Orleans area. The sight of Lake Pontchartrain brought back all the news reports of Hurricane Katrina and that deadly body of water. Yesterday, however, all was calm and bright blue. As we entered New Orleans, it looked like a pretty depressed area. To be truthful, I had no idea WHAT I was looking at, but it didn’t look good. When we explore more, we will have a better idea of the area.
We finally pulled into the JUDE TRAVEL PARK of New Orleans. If the EZ Daze park in Mississippi was exclusive and high class, this park is…..not. When we researched RV Parks in or near New Orleans, this was the second one to pop up. The first was $96.00 a night. There’s no way we would spend that – it’s just not realistic. So, we went to the second choice. This park was $37.50 a night. It was easy to find, it is close to the heart of the city, and close to public transportation. And, that’s about all I have to say. It is basically a gravel parking lot with spaces to park RVs. And there are cats…everywhere. Rich is not a fan. This is NOT what I had in mind, but, we’re here. We won’t be doing a lot of outside camping in this park. The good news about our RV – with the air conditioner and TV on, and the shades pulled down…it doesn’t matter where you are at all!!
I think it’s time to get going for today…so, we’ll catch up later. Have a good Monday.
Marla and Rich

Recent pictures from the road

The 4th of July on Beale Street.

Out on Beale Street

The Gorgeous Mississippi in Memphis

The King

Rich…being Rich

Antique Archaeology

EZ Daze RV Park in Mississippi

“Southern skies, have you ever noticed southern skies – it’s precious beauty lies just beyond the eye – it goes running through your soul like the stories of old….”

Glen Campbell may not have been in Mississippi, but the skies at dusk here are beautiful. Tonight as we looked up, we saw purple, pink, orange, and yellow layered and bright. It was a pretty end to a calm relaxing day.

I wanted to go back and talk about last night. I received a message from friend Rob, who alerted me to the fact that “Undercover Boss” was going to feature a story about the ‘Kampgrounds of America’, more commonly known as the KOA. I happened to be watching it as I received the message. It was a good story – and confirmed the fact that employees at these campgrounds work very, very hard.

The 4th of July falling on a Friday night presents a bit of a problem to people who don’t drive on Friday nights. We did get lucky last night, as walking to the end of the road we are on allowed us to see 3 different firework displays. The skies were clear and starlit, and the weather was perfect. The only friends that we didn’t invite were some Mississippi mosquitoes. Some OFF! bug spray helped with that. While we were out, we walked around the park to see our “neighbors”. The RVers here are from all over the country – from as near as Tennessee, to as far as Washington and Montana. There are vehicles way bigger than ours, and a few very small trailers. But it’s a most beautiful location.

It’s true that we weren’t at all “up close” for the fireworks– but it was nice to see all the colors in the sky. Having traveled around the country for the past couple of years, we have seen various live fireworks celebrations, or missed them, because of our location. In 2008, we found ourselves on the bridge over the Charles River in Boston, watching one of the best shows ever. That also happened to be on a Friday night, but our motel was (purposely) within walking distance to the show. In 2009, we watched a fantastic fireworks display at our campground in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. In 2010, we were in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and caught a great show. In 2011, we were quite literally stuck in South Carolina, 2 hours away from any organized show. So, we watched the fireworks on TV, from New York. It loses a lot in translation. In 2012, we were on the beach in Sea Isle City, and the fireworks were awesome. And last year, in 2013, we were actually in Canada, and didn’t catch the show on the 4th. We DID, however, catch the show for Canada Day on the 1st. It has made for a nice collection of memories.

I also wanted to say that I talked to Mom, who is trying to find her way around Kabat Manor. She went shopping, bought herself some new things, and is enjoying life in Memphis. I am very glad she is getting the chance for a change of scenery, and a good visit with the Tennessee Kabats.

Back to today. We went for a walk, ate some tasty food, and read. And that’s about it. Rich read, and finished, And the Mountains Echoed, by Khaled Hosseini. His review of the book: “Meh. It was very schizophrenic, very A.D.D. The stories change mid chapter, and jump from time period to time period.” I finished the book Cloris that I began last week. It was okay. I then began All Fall Down, the latest work from my favorite author, Jennifer Weiner. The writing is excellent, as usual, but the story’s a bit dark. It’s not my favorite choice of topics at this point in my life. No matter what the topic, it seems that her writing just calls to me. She’s really good. Rich and I went to Barnes and Noble last week, and bought an embarrassingly large quantity of books. Let’s see how many months (years) it takes us to get through them.

We want to get onto trivia. We said on Friday that Lew had won the trivia question on American Pickers. The names of the 3 main characters are Mike Wolf, Frank Fritz, and Danielle Colby-Cushman. Lew couldn’t give us Danielle’s last name – but he was the closest to the answer. Friday’s trivia question was about Memphis’ Peabody Hotel. At 9:42 pm, Lew guessed that the Hotel was famous for its ducks. But, at 9:23, friend Eric guessed ducks on Facebook, followed by friend Andrea at 9:46. So, Eric wins Friday’s trivia. And let me explain to the rest of you what the answer means. Every day of the year, precisely at 11 am, 5 ducks come out of the penthouse suite, down an elevator with a “duck master”, and walk across the lobby of the Peabody Hotel, and up into a center fountain. They stay in the fountain until 5 pm, at which time they go back up to the duck suite. People line up on either side of the red carpet, for up to an hour before they take their walk, in order to get a picture. On Friday, we were TWO of these STUPID people. We didn’t wait an hour, but we waited about 20 minutes. And, when the ducks came, it was so fast that we couldn’t even snap a picture. And, it was 20 minutes that we will NEVER get back again! So, the answer was, ducks!

Today’s trivia question: Today was the Wimbleton Women’s Tennis Finals. What was MOST significant about today’s match? Answer to be found tomorrow. Well, I am off to make a microwave s’more…campfires are not allowed at this location. It’s better than nothing! We hope you’re having a good evening.
Marla and Rich

“….When I was walking in Memphis, I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale…”

Marc Cohn’s song above is THE ultimate song for today. We woke up very early, and boarded a tour bus for a short city tour of Memphis. The tour guide was a nice woman, very friendly, very knowledgeable on “little known Memphis facts” – and who DEFINITELY came from “down south”. She had a very heavy accent, and it made it a little difficult to understand her. She also reminded me a little bit of Eddie Murphy’s imitation of Buckwheat – because SOME of her words were brand new to me. Know what I mean??
We saw the main sights of Memphis during the tour: the gorgeous Mississippi River, Cotton Row, Victorian Village, LOTS of Elvis “stuff”, and a drive by of Graceland, the Lorraine Motel, St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, The Peabody Hotel, Sun Studio, and, of course, Beale Street. We saw many old structures from the 1800’s, and learned about their history. Memphis is really a city of the crossroads of modern and old fashioned. Memphis holds Dr. King’s history, Elvis’s history, and Danny Thomas’ history. When we were in Memphis in 2009, we only explored the Lorraine Motel and the National Civil Rights Museum. We had NO IDEA that it really was in downtown Memphis. We got a better sense of the layout of the city today. Elvis’ Graceland is, like the Motel, right in the middle of downtown Memphis. I would have thought Elvis would have built himself a compound on a private island! Graceland is on Elvis Presley Boulevard, along with the Elvis Presley RV Park, the Heartbreak Hotel, the numerous souvenir shops…and just about ANYTHING you can think of that’s Elvis! Truth be told, I was a BIG Elvis fan in the late 60’s (before the Bobby Sherman/Donny Osmond/David Cassidy phenomenon). Unfortunately, Graceland is a very expensive tourist attraction. We chose to skip the inside – and just see it from the bus. And then, there’s Danny Thomas. He was the inspiration behind St. Jude Children’s Hospital, and we visited a pavilion dedicated to his insight and dedication. Beale Street is the “main drag” of Rock and Roll, Blues, Booze, tourist memorabilia…and barbecue. And NOT the kind I can have! I have to say, this early in the day, we didn’t see a whole bunch of Independence Day celebrating. We were told that it gets crazy later. Good – we were long gone by then. We had an hour on Beale Street, and it was very enjoyable. I had a Starbuck’s Mocha Frappachino Light, and a small dish of Whiskey and Butter Pecan Ice Cream. YUMMY!!!! And Rich…decided to explore some OTHER delights of Beale Street. He had a drink that’s called a “Walk Me Down”. Don’t ask. Shortly there after, he couldn’t walk down a whole lot! And then, he had….something to eat. Let’s just say – I don’t remember what it was .
We got back to our campground, rested, and went for a swim in the pool. And now, we are finishing up our preparations for Shabbat – our Sabbath. I hope this will post – and I will be back late tomorrow evening, with pictures – I promise. Quick trivia question: For what special attraction is the Peabody Hotel famous? A quick congrats to Lew on yesterday’s win. I will discuss it more tomorrow. Have a very happy Independence Day, and for those who celebrate, Shabbat Shalom.
Marla and Rich