One of my fantasies of heaven, maybe my only fantasy of heaven, is that it would be like New Orleans at its very best, but with God and the angels and the saints from the ages there. There'd be lots of music, and we'd get to ride the St. Charles Avenue street car every day for free.
UPDATE: Promoted from the comments.
Tobias Haller said...
Delightful. I've enjoyed my visits to New Orleans in the past; this gives me something else to look forward to... Nice to know that not only can the saints march, but they can take the streetcar if they're of a mind to do so.
What a joyful thought. I'm smiling at the mental image.
ReplyDeleteRuth, welcome. So you like my fantasy. Thank you and thanks for visiting.
ReplyDeleteYou're not by any chance related to the Hulls from New Orleans, are you?
Seemed a bit to hot and humid for my heaven LOL - can we have snow occassionally?
ReplyDeleteThat one works for me!
ReplyDeleteAnn, it's heaven! You can have what you like.
ReplyDeleteFran, good. Maybe God is listening.
Delightful. I've enjoyed my visits to New Orleans in the past; this gives me something else to look forward to... Nice to know that not only can the saints march, but they can take the streetcar if they're of a mind to do so.
ReplyDeleteLeave it to Tobias- well put!
ReplyDeleteOh yes indeed! My former fantasy-boyfriend, Trent Reznor (of Nine Inch Nails, a rock band), used to live in the Garden District. I stood outside his house once on a beautiful February day, and the whole world smelled of lilacs.
ReplyDeleteExtremely silly, but we all have our little private ecstatic moments that I choose to believe are a foretaste of Heaven.
PJ, the saints often smell flowers during their moments of ecstasy. It's definitely a foretaste of heaven. You didn't have an apparition, did you?
ReplyDeleteNot at that time, no. But I've had others. Still, I'm a pretty unlikely saint. (Also, saints tend to die horribly, so... no thanks.)
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On my few trips to New Orleans I've had my car towed, bailed a buddy out of that jail ya'll have, saw my first dildoe, and met a witch doctor.
ReplyDeleteFor my trip to Heaven, I'll take the mountains, a dusting of snow, and a heard of Texas Longhorns.
I don't really care what's in Heaven as long as I am with my guardian.
ReplyDeleteRowan
Lindy, you can't say it's a place where nothing ever happens.
ReplyDeleteRowan, we should all have simple loving hearts like you. I wish your namesake would take lessons from you.
Lindy, you can't say it's a place where nothing ever happens.
ReplyDeleteWell, that's the truth. I'll give you that.
Oh, I love that!
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