Hullo, Pat, looks like we're on the same wavelength. I just reposted my own tribute to New Orleans at its brassiest and bawdiest, on Creative Corner. I remember sitting listening to the Preservation Hall jazz band when I was there. There were no seats left, so I sprawled on the floor immediately in front of the band. I actually had to retract my long legs whenever the trombonist played, extending his instrument. What bloody heaven on Earth. Cheshire Cat