A few years ago, I walked from New York City to New Orleans. Having arrived, bullied and broken, I came to know a city I never wanted to leave. For various reasons, however, I now live in the Middle East, as far from Louisiana in real and imaginary term as is conceivably possible. Which is perhaps why I was so moved by this fantastic article from ESPN magazine. (Credit to the incomparable Dean Ellis, who was really my first guide to city and also for pointing me to this piece.)
Stories from New Orleans tend toward insufferably cuteness and fawning cliche — just as they often give incomplete and misleading information — but this one gets it. Read the whole thing.
But if you’re in a hurry, here are five reasons there’s no place better:
1. People do things together
When the Saints played the Patriots on Monday Night earlier this month, 84 percent of TVs in town tuned in. Cops say there’s only been one murder during a game this year and calls to 911 emergency services virtually stop during scheduled play. Also, the whole town loves the great daily paper, which has a higher percentage of hometown readers than any other newspaper in the country. Read the rest of this entry »