New Orleans — something is different here

I wish I had more time in New Orleans — this is our favorite city, it’s where I first kissed Maryam. I just got into my hotel at 11 p.m. and find out I have a 4 a.m. wakeup call. Who said that trying to be President is a glamorous job? I get to see the process up close and personal.

But, forget the politics, I had a nice ride in in an older gentleman’s taxi. He told me how he’s been living out of a FEMA trailer for the past year and just settled with his insurance company after more than a year. He thinks his house will be liveable in a few months.

Something else I noticed: the city was darker than the last time I was here (fewer lights when we flew in). And the airport was totally uncrowded. Complete antithesis to Oakland, which was close to my idea of hell. It was cold, but you couldn’t leave your spot in line.

We’re off to Iowa in the morning.