Tennessee Williams said if it’s not New York, San Francisco, or New Orleans, at least in America, “Everywhere else is Cleveland.” There is no question that the flamboyant playwright loved the drama, decay, and decadence that is the city of New Orleans, but no more than I do...and have for most of my life. As a teenager, my parents foolishly took me there and started a yearning for the place that has never subsided.
Each year in March, I try to deny the magnetic pull toward the strange combination of hustle and crawl that is unique to the city. For the last decade, I’ve gone during the Tennessee Williams Ne
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