"My, my. A body does get around."
That's my mother's favorite line of Faulkner's. It's an apt one this week. I'm in New Orleans for a speaking engagement, after dropping Patrick and the boys off in Little Rock Thursday night, and taking off again in the wee hours of Friday morning. Home for real this evening. In the meantime, off to find beignets.
The second part of Mont-Tremblant: Day Three can be read here.