He turned around to see the bass drum popping and the horn sections pointing their instruments to the balconies and sending glorious notes to the rooftops.
A good crowd had formed along the sidewalk and the concrete ledge that bordered Louis Armstrong Park. The anticipation was dizzying…New Orleans had the big-boy parades and [Jackson & Billy] couldn’t wait to attend a second line…
The only way he could truly stick out in New Orleans was if he were walking down the street on fire.
The morning sun in New Orleans felt like it was trying to make a point, convincing the old world to believe something new.
He sunk his head down, looking like a defeated giant out of some fairy tale.
The only way he could truly stick out in New Orleans was if he were walking down the street on fire. A businessman in suit and tie would stick out more than the characters Jackson passed on those old streets.
There was a warm breeze blowing in the car as they passed the mansions in the Garden District and they could smell the sweet aroma of the night-blooming jasmine. Soft light fell on the neutral ground along the streetcar tracks.
Toulouse Street ran one way toward the Mississippi River. Jackson looked over [Imogene’s] head into one of those famous New Orleans courtyards, full of lush foliage, mossy brick, secrets, and wonder.
Buddy ran down the road, turned into another street, and vanished as if he had never been there, like another ghost from New Orleans’s past.
I’ve lived in this world a long time, and you can’t change what you like, even if you’d want to.
The carriage could only clop along at about ten miles per hour, which only accentuated Imogene’s excitement. She urged it onward: “Fly, horse, fly!