Hurricane Ditka is headed today to New Orleans! We'll see how that Superdome holds up! I'll be there in 12 hours, barring weather, delays, and a nasty habit of O'Hare's: hating people smaller than it.
Also, I'll be journaling the whole time, though sadly not here (no Internets). Expect something nice when I get back. However, Super Tuesday will probably receive precedence. Don't worry: that'll make the New Orleans travelogue that much sweeter, wetter, wilder, and windier.
Also, that was my second hurricane joke, and I haven't even made it to the plane yet.
What do you call a pair of jeans holding back Lake Pontchartrain?
Levees-Strauss. Or maybe just Bob.
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