But, I was fifteen. My parents were protective. They decided such a trip might harm more than hurt me.
I never forgot the city’s mystique.
It was June of 2012 before I finally set foot in it.
Voices. I’d been hearing voices from the place. Vivid movies that came to me while I sipped coffee. Or tried to sleep. Or went for a long walk. I transcribed what I heard, described what I saw.
When I walked into a place I’d never seen, when I realized I’d recreated it down to the eerie blackness in the back corner, I knew New Orleans was something special to me. Somehow, I was there.
Maybe that’s why I love Brenda Lee’s “Papa Noel” at Christmastime. I always think of the way New Orleans called to me, down through the tunnel of time.
Do you have a place that speaks to you, at Christmastime or any time?
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