"So imagine this filled with tables and people, there's mariachi music from the stage, the wine is flowing," explained Michael D. Green, a park ranger and enthusiastic tour guide, waving his arm across the flower-filled Memory Garden in the courtyard behind California's first Custom House.
GLEN ELLEN, Calif.-Rain fell. Nothing major, certainly not on the level of an Old Testament gully washer. Just a steady, spitting splatter of linked hydrogen and hydroxyl ions that turned the ground squishy and made you want to nominate the inventor of Gor-Tex for a Nobel.
Mollie Fitzgerald, 53, is co-owner of Frontiers International Travel (www.frontierstravel.com), an upscale leisure-oriented travel agency. She lives in the Pittsburgh area and is a 1985 Duke University grad. Her company operates Ryabaga Camp, a wilderness fishing resort in Russia near the Arctic Circle.
It's a generally accepted fact that New Orleans is unlike any other American city. Where else will you find people willingly boarding buses marked "Cemeteries"? Where else will voodoo priests and priestesses be lauded as rock stars, their graves decorated with floral tributes? What other city deifies its sinners and names its football team the Saints?
"If you've tried three flies and still haven't hooked one of these guys," said Scott Tarrant, wading farther out into the Tarryall River, "remember what the old timers say. Foam is home. Follow the bubbles."