17-Grand Theft Joy

When a journey takes its final steps on New Orleans' Bourbon Street, the odyssey must be called successful. Nothing is as it seems on Bourbon Street. Men can appear as small yellow cars. Sweet young girls can be brazen in their nudity. All outdoors is joyously endowed with a fragrance of day-old beer.
There is no better portal to the 21st Century than Bourbon Street. I came through it a couple of hours ago. It reminded me there is no problem, historic or current, so large, so intimidating, that it can steal our joy, our confidence and our sense of humor.