Week 73 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.
This Week Andrei Codrescu
“There is a velvety sensuality here at the mouth of the Mississippi that you won't find anywhere else. Tell me what the air feels like at 3 A.M. on a Thursday night in August in Shaker Heights and I bet you won't be able to say because nobody stays up that late. But in New Orleans, I tell you, it's ink and honey passed through silver moonlight.” — New Orleans, Mon Amour: Twenty Years of Writings from the City
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Oh to write as beautifully, sensually, and sensibly as Codrescu! I fondly recall hearing him regularly on National Public Radio a couple decades ago, when I last was a daily NPR listener.