As those who read this space know, Dunreith and I just returned from New Orleans, where Aidan started at Tulane University on Monday.
It was a momentous occasion, drenched in memories and emotion.
It also was a chance to begin to explore the Crescent City together.
We didn’t get real far-we took a trolley car ride through the Garden District, had some fabulous fried oysters in the French Quarter, stayed at a Ritz-Carlton affiliate for a very reasonable rate-and I’m looking forward to learning more and more about the city during the next four years.
Fortunately, I’ve got a guide.
Many of you may know Paul Tamburello as my former fourth grade teacher, mentor teacher, friend, and accomplished fundraiser.
He’s also a prolific blogger who, in one of the many, many areas in which he has taught me, blazed a posting path that I have been privileged to follow.
During the last few years Paul has visited New Orleans with increasing frequency.
As it has with many other people before him, the city has got him in the guts.
I’m not going to label Paul’s passion for the Big Easy as an obsession-that would be unfair and negatively judgmental-but will simply say the man shoots down there every time he gets.
Luckily for us, he blogs about his experiences.
His most recent trips have sparked a flurry of blog posts on subjects ranging from the pleasures of fried chicken to a street artist to revisiting a local school to attending the fifth annual Rising Tides bloggers conference.
Paul’s posts are notable not only for his vivid descriptions and integration of photographs so that you truly can imagine yourself there.
You also can feel his love for his adopted home away from home and the people he meets there coursing through the screen.
Dunreith and I will return to New Orleans in late October for Parents’ Weekend and are excited to deepen our education then. In the meantime, though, I plan to check out Paul’s past and, I am sure, future, posts about the city.
I hope you do, too.