Forgive me Father for its been several weeks since my last confession. Actually it has been alot longer then that ,but my hope is that the hour I spent at the gospel tent at jazz fest will assuage the need to cleanse any more then a I already have. I am not really too geared up about it, but been being in good graces never hurt. There was a time in history when the clergy had some of the best jewelry around. Pope innocent X was strong in the bling department. Perhaps thats why Velazquez and later Bacon did some painting of the guy. I dont think he was beatified, a la John Paul. I am delighted JP is getting some votes. Anyway, at the moment I am feeling a little like Noah, fleeing the floods with the animals. I am not so sure that I am that holy, however there are a lot of animals in my car and the Mississippi is in the rear view mirror. I hate leaving, here is something so right about the tenor of New Orleans to me. I was recently told that I was too blessed to be stressed by a 300lb woman in a Childs medium white terrycloth sweat suit, as she eyed my burrito. I think she was right. There is so much good Juju out there and I am thankful for every bit of it.