My Wednesdays are crazy busy and this one had a couple of bumps that made it particularly long, so by the time I stumbled out of the office at 6:30 I wasn’t exactly looking forward to getting on the bike. But then I felt the air–cool–and clipped in and was off, tonight to Bayou St. John for dinner with T., T., and N. I stopped quickly, though, to take a picture of this sign at Broadway and Plum. I mean, the thing is seriously proud of itself. Yes, if you highlight a few of the first letters of three of the four words and read it correctly, “Upward Bound Tulane University” does also say “Up Tu U.” Of course, that’s not how we spell “to” or “you,” but man, is it ever clever. It’s Up Tu U. Well, it is and it isn’t, as we discussed in my class today, but school was out and I was back on the bike, ready to grouse about how the Carrollton bike lane, lovely as it is, dumps you out in unreasonable traffic and there’s no safe way under the freeway and cars have three lanes so why don’t they just go around. But then I got to the Bayou and watched T., all of fifteen months old, do a slow shuffle, occasional jazz hands, completely mesmerized by a video of Louis Armstrong singing and playing and all was right with the world. I don’t want children, but thank you, thank you, thank you to those of you doing the work to raise them.