Festing: Jazz Fest 2011 or How My Sister Scared Me to Death
I wasn’t supposed to go to Jazz Fest and see MynameisJohnMichael or Trombone Shorty, and I surely wasn’t supposed to eat a soft-shell crab and a Cajun duck po-boy. I was content with recommending to some friends that they should catch the New Orleans Bingo Show!. I wasn’t until my…