I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the Saints won the Super Bowl. The streets were quiet as I headed off to work this morning, but just being out there, I could still smell the good cheer in the air. My classes were sparsely attended, and the movie we watched was just about as much as I think any of us could take; celebrating is exhausting! So I took my time riding home this afternoon, heading down Freret Street, and then on the beautiful asphalt that is Peniston. Then I heard the chickens. Lots of folks are embracing the urban chicken movement, or so I hear. I wonder who is tending these particular chickens, and if they are the same folks raising the ones on the other side of the street. And I wonder why I’ve never noticed them before–I ride down this street all the time. No matter. I’m glad they are here, and that private and public spaces are open for this kind of thing. Now, let’s replace all the grass with basil and tomatoes and squashes and sunflowers please.
We have heard and the entire nation has said “Who Dat?”